Multifandom One-shots

33. Legends in the Grove - Aragon x reader (Lord Of The Rings)

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the rugged terrain. Our weary fellowship found solace in a secluded grove, hidden from the piercing eyes of Sauron. As I sat near the embers of the campfire, my thoughts were interrupted by the approaching footsteps of a lone figure.

It was Aragorn, the ranger, whose eyes carried the weight of the world. He settled beside me, the flames dancing in his weathered gaze. A silence enveloped us, filled only by the distant rustle of leaves and the crackling of the fire.

"How are you, Y/N?" Aragorn's voice was a low murmur, a mixture of weariness and wisdom.

I glanced up from the flickering flames to meet Aragorn's weathered gaze. The lines on his face told tales of battles fought and burdens carried. "I'm alright, not amazing, but alright." I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aragorn nodded in understanding, and for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to shift as he shared the quietude of the grove. The moonlight bathed the surroundings in an otherworldly glow, emphasizing the camaraderie of our fellowship amid the ever-encroaching darkness.

The fire crackled softly, casting dancing shadows that mirrored the ebb and flow of our collective thoughts. Aragorn's presence brought a sense of reassurance, a reminder that even in the midst of perilous journeys, there were bonds that transcended the challenges we faced.

"None of us are untouched by the burdens we carry," Aragorn spoke again, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "But it is in these moments, beneath the moonlight and surrounded by trusted allies, that we find strength to endure."

I nodded in agreement, a silent acknowledgment of the shared struggles we bore. The grove became a sanctuary, sheltering us from the looming darkness beyond its borders.

As the flames flickered, I found my eyes traveling around the fellowship until they landed on the four hobbits. The four hobbits sat huddled together, their small forms illuminated by the soft glow of the campfire. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were a testament to the resilience of the smallest beings in the face of overwhelming odds. Their expressions, though wearied, held a spark of determination that mirrored the flickering flames.

Aragorn's gaze, ever-watchful, shifted to the hobbits. "They bear a burden too heavy for their size," he observed, his voice a mixture of concern and admiration. "Yet, in their hearts, there is a strength that defies the expectations of stature."

A small smile seemed to ease on my face as I continued to observe the four hobbits. They were whispering and laughing, sharing a loving bond that every person wished to have. "They are really cute thought. It is so amazing to see them every day fighting, fighting for each other. Even though they are not the biggest size, their hearts are bigger than the Lonely Mountain."

Aragorn's gaze softened as he followed my gaze, acknowledging the remarkable spirit within the hobbits. "Indeed, their courage surpasses their stature. In their innocence lies a power that the darkness underestimates."

The laughter and camaraderie among the hobbits created a warmth that permeated the grove, dispelling the chill of the night. As Frodo shared a quiet moment with Sam and Merry and Pippin exchanged playful banter, it was evident that their bond went beyond mere friendship—it was a fellowship within the fellowship.

"And yes, they are pretty cute." Aragon added, but as I thought his gaze was on them, they were actually on me.

Sighting slowly, I returned my gaze back to the flickering flames. I sat myself more upright as I rested my head on Aragon's shoulder.

Feeling an unexpected weight against his shoulder, Aragorn subtly stiffened, the initial surprise evident in the nuanced tensing of his muscles. His gaze flickered momentarily toward me, a silent assessment of the intent behind the gesture. In the quiet grove, the crackling flames mirrored the flicker of emotions that played across his weathered features.