The Mordorien - LOTR/Aragorn Fanfic

XI. Accepting Our Differences

It's been weeks and I've been in Bree the entire time. Aragorn didn't give me a time frame, but for some reason I trusted him. I knew he'd come back.
I entered Bree another day and everything seemed the same. The same cobblestone roads, and the same stone houses. And then there it was, The Prancing Pony. The only inn in Bree that I've been to now a hundred times.
I walked in and instantly heard the loud chatter and cheery laughs of all the drunks in the place. I walked past the barkeep and he hollered at me.
"Hey Mordorien. Here's a drink on the house, from Strider." He said.
I paused at the name and instantly turned around. I picked up the drink, which was a mug of mead, and looked at the barkeep.
"Strider?" I asked.
He then pointed behind me and I followed his finger. I saw in the corner, past the crowd, there was Aragorn. I felt so much relief and a weight lifted off my shoulder that's been there for weeks on end. It was really him.
I walked through the crowd, careful not to drop my drink, and then I was standing in front of our table. I clacked my nails on the mug anxiously and then awkwardly smiled.
"Please." Aragorn said and opened up his hand.
I nodded and took a seat across from him and set down my mead.
"It's been awhile Strider." I started the conversation.
"And I'm glad to see you here." Aragorn said. "You listened."
"Well you told." I said, then muttered under my breath. "and I had no where else to go..."
"So why here?" He quietly asked.
Despite the room being loud, I understood him and read his lips.
"Because of you." I said.
I continued to stare at his lips and he anxiously licked them. I then pulled back and grabbed onto my mead, avoiding his gaze. I then took a sip of mead before just deciding to chug the whole thing.
"I apologize." I said." I don't know what I'm doing—" I said softly and slightly smirked at myself.
"Don't worry. I'm already ready for another." Aragorn said, and slightly smirked back.
Hours went by and many drinks were shared between us. We shared stories and laughed together, and everything felt right, until I spilt the last of my mead onto the floor.
"Maybe that's enough." Aragorn then said.
"Yeah." I said and chuckled to myself. "I agree."
"Let's get you upstairs." He said and stood up.
I just held out my hand and waited for Aragorn to take it, which he did. I then stood up, and the room started spinning, to which then I knew I drank a little too much. We both had our own rooms upstairs that were right across the hall from each other. I stared at Aragon's door, not wanting him to leave just yet. He looked at me and then the door in front of him. We both looked back at each other at the same time, and our eyes locked onto another. I felt my heart pounding and my vision start to get blurry until I blinked it away. I decided to take the risk and ask Aragorn.
"Do you wanna come in?" I asked him.
Aragorn paused as he looked back and forth between my eyes, never breaking contact. He then nodded and I couldn't help but smile.
"Yes." He said.
I grabbed the handle behind me and opened the door, not breaking eye contact as we walked into the room. Aragorn closed the door behind us and we paused in the middle of the room. Our faces were only inches apart and I caught myself staring at his lips.
I then felt myself start to panic. I've never done anything like this. I didn't know what to do. I didn't even know if he liked me too. But I did know one thing... I did have feelings for Aragorn, in this moment I did.
"Sit down." Aragon said and I followed.
I sat down on the bed and Aragon pulled up a chair to sit in. We had our knees touching and I looked into Aragorn's eyes.
"We should talk." We both said at the same time.
I couldn't help but laugh and so did Aragorn.
"Go first." I whispered to him.
Aragorn then gently grabbed my hand and my heart fluttered. He then sighed as he thought, and then spoke.
"I want to say I'm sorry for everything I've done to you." He said. "I've mistreated you Mordorien."
"My name is Blythe." I drunkenly said. "Briar."
Aragorn then paused because we both realized I've never told him my real name before.
"I'm sorry." I said and then covered my mouth.
Aragorn lowered my hand and held both of them together. "I'm truly sorry Blythe Briar." He spoke honestly and kissed my hands.
"It's okay." I whispered and smiled, and I think being drunk definitely affected my ability to be honest with him. "It's really okay. I'm used to it."
"That should never be the case." He said and held my hands tighter. "You deserve respect."
"Witches aren't respected folk. You know that." I said and shook my head.
"Well they should be." Aragorn said and paused. "When I was a mere two years old, my father was killed by Orcs and my mother, one of the Dúnedain, sent me to live with the elves. Rivendell became my home. All the talk of there after the war was how... monstrous Mordor was... how evil the place was." He explained.
I flinched at the word evil, and Aragorn just rubbed the top of my hand.
"But that's all changed now, since I've met you... I've never met anybody like you Blythe."
"I've never known anyone like you... Aragorn." I said. "All I've ever known is my coven. My family. Until Sauron killed... all of us... but my mother, she saved me. I love my mother..." I said and paused as Aragorn listen. "I love my mother like I love you."
Aragorn squeezed my hands and stared into my eyes. I moved my hands to cup his face and I caressed his cheek. Aragorn then stood up, pulled my face in and pushed his lips against mine. I was shocked at first, but the high from my drunkenness was gone, and now everything was just passion.
I stood up like Aragorn, my lips glued to his, and I wrapped my arms around his strong body. He laid his hands on my waist and pulled me in closer to him. The next thing I knew I was unbuttoning his shirt, and he was taking off my cloak. I ripped off his shirt and broke our kiss to stare at his chest. He was muscular and so strong, and I traced my fingers along his chest. Electricity slightly came off my fingers, making Aragorn moan at the touches. He then tossed my cloak to the side and put his hands on my corset. Without a second to spare, he ripped it apart and my breasts bounced free.
I stopped him as he stared at my breasts and I started breathing heavily.
"It's okay." Aragorn hushed. "I promise, it's okay."
"I trust you Aragorn." I said with no lies on my tongue.
Aragorn then brushed his hand across my chest and his fingers trailed over my breasts. He noticed the scar I still had from the night of the Corsairs, and he closed his eyes as if he was reminiscing the memory.
I then gently lifted his chin and made him look me in the eyes. I then leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Take me."
In an instant, Aragorn gently laid me on the bed, kissed me once more, and truly showed me that he too loved me that night.

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It was the next morning and I laid in my bed, naked and alone. Aragorn wasn't by my side, and I sighed sadly. Maybe this wasn't meant to be, maybe we didn't mean for this.
I got up and got dressed, and lastly put on my cloak. I adjusted all my rings back into place and patted down my hair. After putting on my boots, I raised the cloak's hood over my head. I was about to leave the room when I looked back at the bed behind me. In the bed where Aragorn and I made love and showed each other who we truly were.
I then sighed and left the room, only to look at Aragorn's door ahead of me. Curiosity snuck up on me and I walked quietly forwards. I hovered my hand over the handle and closed my eyes. I sighed and grabbed onto the handle, and slowly pushed the door open.
I saw Aragorn sitting in a chair, looking out the window, and smoking a pipe. He looked back at me and nodded, and I just stood there.
"I just wanted to see you before I left.." I said quietly.
"Leave?" He instantly asked and sat up out of his chair. "To where."
"I'm headed back to Mordor." I told him.
"...Why?" He slowly asked.
I took in a deep breath and just shook my head at Aragorn. Do I lie. To I tell the truth. What even is the truth?
"Talk to me." Aragorn said and took a step closer, but I held out my hand and backed up.
"I'm scared Aragorn." I whispered.
"Scared of what Blythe?" He asked.
"Of us..." I said, then covered my mouth and shook my head. "I've never done this before, I-I— I don't know what to do."
"Then whatever you do.." Aragorn said. "Do it with me."
He grabbed my hand and I sighed. He must've felt the power running through my veins because he gasped when I clenched my fist. He then caressed my hand, as if he wasn't scared of it... of me. Then that's when I knew it. What me and Aragorn had was real.
"Okay..." I said and nodded my head.
"Okay." Aragorn said.
He then pulled me in for a hug and I rested my head on his chest. From what I knew, everything now was changing. Everything from here on out was going to be new to me, as well as new to Aragorn. But at least, for now, we had each other.