Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit Preferences and Imagines

1. Moving On (Aragorn)

The elven kingdom of Rivendell lay before you. It's beauty and serenity washed over you as you entered the place you had so often dreamed about. The peace and calm that surrounded the land made you forget all troubles and worries and for a moment you felt a strange surge of hope. Hope for what, you did not know, but whatever it was you did not want to lose it. After all, so long had you lived your life knowing there was no hope. Knowing you were completely alone.

"Miss (Y/N). We have been awaiting your arrival."
You opened your eyes to see Lindir, a servant of Lord Elrond looking up at you on your horse.
"Lindir." You said quietly.
"Lord Elrond is waiting for you. There is to be a council this afternoon but he wishes to speak to you beforehand." Lindir informed you.
"So he knew I was coming then?"
"We all knew you were coming, (Y/N)."
You smiled and dismounted your chestnut horse before taking it to the stables.
"It has been too long since I last saw this place." You sighed.
"Indeed it has been a long time. But now you are here and fate will carry out our destinies." Lindir replied, warmly.
"Things have obviously changed in the long time I have been away."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you never used to speak with so much meaning and depth to your words my old friend!" You laughed as Lindir smiled widely at your comment.

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After tending to your horse and cleaning yourself up a bit you walked to a balcony along the house where Lord Elrond was waiting for you. As you turned the corner you could see Elrond's figure standing, watching over his community. He looked just as powerful and fatherly as you remembered him, except you noticed something else too. He seemed to be hunched over slightly, as if he was stressed or worried about something.

"Lord Elrond." You announced your presence clearly and he turned around at your voice.

"Ah. (Y/N). It has been many years since Rivendell has been graced with your presence. Many years since I last spoke to you. We have missed you dearly." The way he spoke the kind words let you know that really meant them, that Rivendell had missed you. Perhaps as much as you had missed Rivendell.

"And I you. It is so great to be back. To see everything instead of just dreaming about it."
"Indeed. But tell me, how is your father?"
"Lord Alred? He's fine." You spat out his name with so much venom anyone would think you hated him and wished him dead. And although it pained you to say it, sometimes you did indeed wish for that.

Because about thirty years ago you and your family had been happy. You, your brother, your father and your mother had all lived simple lives, as the rulers of a small town called Randir. Your mother had been an elf, making you half elf and half man. She had been the most beautiful woman in all the land, or at least you and your father thought so. Everything was perfect until one day your mother became ill and had died twenty years ago. This had left your family in despair and grief. Eventually you and your brother moved on, and with doing so helped the rest of Randir to accept that she was gone. But for your father it had been much more difficult. He had never forgotten her; he lived his life wishing she was here and cutting himself off from the world. It had become so bad that eventually he started seeing you as her. As your mother. This drove him insane as every time he thought you were her and then realised you were not, he grew angry and desperate. He could never look at you again without seeing her. This meant that you and brother were left in charge of Randir as your father was no longer capable. It also meant that you never saw your father any more, you had to leave that to your brother because eventually, it became too hard even for you.

And when your town was attacked by orcs and burnt to the ground, your father was no king. He abandoned his duty. So you, as the oldest, took it upon yourself to see the town rebuilt to its former glory.

And now you were here. Going to help fight the darkness that had overcome the land.

"(Y/N). Do not speak harshly of your father. What he went through no man should ever have to endure." Lord Elrond spoke wise words, and you knew it, yet you could not accept it so easily. For years you had been blocked out by your father, and now was no time to forgive him.