The Mordorien - LOTR/Aragorn Fanfic

IX. The Wise Wizard

I've been living in Fangorn Forest for many years now. It was quiet here. The ents barely spoke to me anymore. I feel like I still made the right decision come here to Fangorn, but here I was alone. I didn't want to be alone anymore. Then I realized... I wanted Aragorn.

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"It's been a long time, my friend." He said with a grin.
"Ha. Gandalf!" I said. "About twenty years to be exact."
"How have the ents been treating you?" Gandalf asked me.
"They don't talk much no more." I said, with an inkling of sadness. "It's just me."
I then bowed my head and couldn't help but reflect on things. I've been to Mordor. I've been to Minas Tirith. Then I thought about Aragorn, or Thorongil he went by. But I knew who he truly was. I knew what was in his heart. I remember what he said to me that night after the battle against the Corsairs.
"You're upset?" I said.
Thorongil paused what he was doing. He just stared at my wound, glanced at my breasts, and then looked up at me.
"I feel guilty." He said and continued cleaning my wound.
"Guilty?" I asked.
"You should've never had gone."
I couldn't help but feel something inside of me about him. He actually cared what happened to me, and that was a feeling I haven't felt in a long time...
"You're pondering." Gandalf then said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Am not." I said and crossed my arms.
"I know you too well my friend. What are these thoughts of?" Gandalf asked.
I opened my mouth to answer, but what was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to admit I'm thinking about a man that barely even acknowledged me?
"A particular friend of ours." Gandalf then said.
"I wouldn't call him my friend per se." I said.
"Then what would you call him?" He asked, with a glint in his eye.
"An enemy?" I thought. "Maybe a friend... a lover."
"I know what you are thinking. You have feelings for Aragorn." Gandalf said and leaned on his staff.
"But I have never loved before. How do I know what I am feeling?" I asked him. "Help me Gandalf."
"Love is a feeling only one can experience. I cannot tell you what to feel. Only you know." He said.
"I feel like I'm waiting for something that isn't going to happen... He's the one who left." I said sadly and bowed my head again.
"Why do I feel like this?"
"At some point." Started Gandalf. "You must accept that some people can stay in your heart, but not in your life."
"But I want him in my life... Or at least I think I do." I said and threw up my hands in frustration. "What can I do Gandalf? Oh... I should've done something different."
"Don't look back with regret Blythe, but move on with hope." Gandalf told. "There's no time for regrets. You've just have to keep moving forwards. Keep following your heart." He said and touched his own heart.
I touched my chest and felt my heart beating rapidly. I took in a deep breath and I felt magic humming through my body. It was settling down and my heart started to slow.
"So you're saying... I should go find him?" I asked. "I must leave the forest."
"I say if we were meant to stay in one place, we'd have roots instead of feet."
I was then silent for a second and nodded my head. I made up my mind this time. I wanted to find Aragorn. I wanted to tell him what I feel, or if I'm feeling at all. I just knew we had a moment back in Minas Tirith. I knew he felt something in that moment too. So I was going to seek him out, and talk this out.
"Thank you Gandalf. I know what I must do." I told him.
"My wish to you dear Blythe is that you continue. Continue to be who you are, and astonish a mean world with your strength." He said and smiled.
"Thank you friend. I'm forever grateful stumbling upon you today." I said and held out my hand to Gandalf.
He gently kissed it and let go of my hand. "Yet we'll meet again, one day."
"One day." I repeated.