The Hobbit & LoTR Imagines

Journey 🌋 Aragorn

The familiar elven landscape before me made me sigh in relief. I removed the hood of my cloak from my head as I wiped my brow with the back of my hand, coming away with grime and dirt from my long travels. I had been travelling since the dewy morns of Gwirith began, and it was now a sombre Ivanneth.  The exhaustion left me as a rejuvenation filled my body; it was good to be home.

I continued up a small section of steps, slowly arriving into my home of Rivendell. I began to walk the familiar paths which led up to my home, and a small smile grew on my lips as I spotted my dear Ada. His grey eyes—previously hardened as if he had been closing off all access to his innermost thoughts—softened as they fell upon me. His solemn eyes wrinkled slightly as he smiled, and I knew then I was unlikely company for today. He had been expecting someone else, but he was pleased to see me nonetheless.

"Ah, sellig nin! Dandúlel!" Ada greeted as we met in the centre of the path. He held his arms out, and I stepped into them immediately, resting my head upon Ada's shoulder. My body filled with warmth from the contact, and I was happy to be reacquainted with the comforting touch of my Ada. His earthy scent filled my nostrils as I inhaled. I felt truly happy to have returned.

Ada stepped back slightly, holding me at arm's length as his grey eyes hastily looked over my face to examine my features. The warmth in his eyes dimmed slightly at the sight of a small scar on my chin. When his examination was finished, he breathed out slowly as if many months of worry were melting off him.

"My child, it is good to have you home," he said finally, his smile reappearing. I grinned in response.

"It is good to be home, Ada. I missed you dearly," I responded. Ada nodded once, removing his hands from my upper arms. The warmth I felt at his touch receded, and I held my hands in front of me so as to not have them dangle awkwardly by my side.

"You have come home at an ideal time. Elessar has returned as well." My heart clenched for a moment as Ada sent me a sly smirk. Ada turned his back to me then, walking toward the entrance of Rivendell. I released a breath, turning to the crashing waterfall  to my right.

"Oi! Are you an elf?" I turned around instantly, frantically looking for the source of the voice but seeing no one. "Down here!" I looked down.

Two small hobbits stood before me, bright grins plastered on their faces.

"Hi, I'm Merry!"

"And I'm Pippin!"

"Are you an elf?"  The hobbit named Merry asked.

I rose my brows in surprise. The two hobbits were obviously thrilled to see me, both sporting wide, cheerful eyes and loud voices. They were much smaller than a dwarf, and not as hairy—until my eyes spotted their feet. Somehow, my ears never picked up their footsteps. The one—Merry—had sandy-coloured curls, and Pippin had darker brown curls.

I did pick up the faint sound of elven feet coming closer, however.

"Ignore them, my sister. They are exploring Rivendell while their friend lies asleep."

The hobbits' jaws dropped at the sight of my younger sister, and I struggled to contain a small laugh.

"Hello, Arwen," I greeted as I ended my laughter. My sister grinned faintly in return, taking my hand in hers as she led me away from the little hobbits—they were rooted to the spot, still staring after Arwen.

"Come, my sister. We have much to speak of."

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Arwen had told me about the little hobbits that arrived a few short hours before myself. I was quite intrigued that such small creatures would be inundated with such a deadly task, and the one which held the Ring—Frodo—was more than willing to be so.