The Mordorien - LOTR/Aragorn Fanfic

X. Strider

I've traveled many, many miles of Middle-Earth, and my feet led me to the Old Forest just outside the Shire. I've never interacted with the hobbits, but I frequently saw them. They were a happy folk, planting their vegetables and drinking their meads. They had their friends, and families, and children. Everything for them was always peaceful... It was something I longed for.

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There has been talk of a Ranger named Strider, and I was hot on his heels. My thought was if I could meet another Ranger, then maybe they'd lead me to Aragorn. I didn't know what I would say, or how I still felt, but I was going to speak to him. One way or another.
I saw just the faintest footprint and it led me into a clearing in the small Old Forest. Here the trail went dead and I stomped my foot.
"Damn it." I muttered and took off my hood.
I then felt the tip of a sword pressed against the back of my neck, and I stiffened as I stood up straight. I felt magic pulsing down into my hands and was ready to let loose. I slowly turned around and without hesitation, I gasped at who I saw.
"Aragorn." I said, quite surprised.
I found him.
"Witch." He spat.
I couldn't help but sigh. "That's it." I muttered.
I raised up both my arms and the wind pushed him backwards. He dropped his sword and felt on his bottom.
"Why must we do this every time?" I asked him.
He instantly picked up his sword and pointed it at me. He then stood up, and I proceeded to pull out my newest weapon, a sword Spellblade. A sword that was just the right length and just the right weight, perfectly solid, and made of ebony.
"Let's hash this out then, Strider." I said and glared at him.
He took the first swing, and to his surprise I blocked it with ease. He took another, and another, which I consistently blocked. He was getting frustrated now and I was just getting started. Now I began the offensive. I lunged forwards, hitting his sword multiple times and making him take a few steps back. I swung once at his head, which he then rolled out of the way and swung at me. I dodged it by leaning backwards and the blade just passed over me.
"Enough games!" I then shouted.
I dropped my sword to free my hands and used my magic to rip the sword from Strider's grip. I tossed it to the ground and then raised my hands, which brought up the earth around his feet. He started running back into the trees as the earth cracked beneath him, but he had no chance. As soon as he reached the tree line, I brought down a branch to pick him up. I wrapped a vine around his feet and flipped him upside down. He lay there hanging and struggled in the air.
"Let me down!" He demanded.
I acted as if I didn't hear him as I went to pick up my sword. I then picked up Strider's sword and stuck it right in the ground by my feet. I turned back around and he was still spinning. I then whistled and flicked my finger, and the vine unwrapped from his foot. Strider fell to the ground and grunted in, what I assume, was pain.
"You weren't supposed to use magic, witch." He snarled at me.
"Well, you weren't supposed to leave!" I shouted with rage. "Why did you leave!?"
"Leave?" He asked.
"Oh don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
There was a long stretch of silence from him. I just sighed and threw up my hands, not sure how to convey my feelings. I'm not sure what I was feeling for him at the moment.
"You left Minas Tirith after the battle of the Corsairs." I told him and pointed, which made him flinch.
The wind started the swirl around us.
"You didn't want me to go. I thought it was because you didn't trust me..." I began.
The wind got quicker, blowing both our hairs around.
"But it's because you couldn't trust yourself." I told him.
"No." He said.
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
"No!" He repeated.
"Who was it?" I asked again with my voice raised.
"It was YOU!" He yelled.
"ME?! No YOU— you are the one who left me!"
"I did not!" He continued to yell.
"Yes you did. You did! I remember it all Aragorn. Don't tell me I don't!" I demanded.
"Fine!" He said.
I stopped the wind from rushing and both of us just huffed at each other. I then grabbed the hilt of Aragorn's sword and tossed it back to him. He caught it and looked at me for a long second before sheathing his sword.
"That night..." I said. "You left.. me."
Aragorn just sighed and bowed his head.
"I— I just— I don't understand you." I said and tossed my hands. "I've done nothing but—" I stopped because I was at a loss for words.
"I did leave." Aragorn said. "I had to."
"Why?" I asked.
"I—" He began and paused, then just shook his head. "I had to."
"Why?" I begged at this point.
"...Because of you, Mordorien." He said.
I was surprised at his honesty. I didn't expect this from him. Here this whole time I wasn't sure of my feelings, but maybe he felt the same way.
I was silent for too long because he just dropped his head and defeat and turned around, quickly walking away.
"We're not done here!" I called out.
"I know." He said and turned around. "But now's not the time."
"Well why not?" I asked.
He was silent as he looked at me, and then he stood tall and proud.
"I got business to handle. I'll be in Bree..." He said and then began walking away again, but stopped. He turned back around and waved to me. "I hope to find you there one day."
And that was all I got from Aragorn. He turned back and heading into the forest, and disappeared into the trees.
Until next time Aragorn... Until next time.