The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

The Black Witch - Part 6 - Aragorn x Reader

Italics are all Sindarin

"You should go and speak with her." A voice came, as Aragorn watched as the Black Witch and Frodo made their way along the long corridor. The son of Arathorn turning to see Elrond looking at him. The half-elven lord making his way to join the Ranger, as Aragorn just shook his head.

"She has already asked about you............"

"What would I say.............?"

"What ever you would say to anyone else. Whatever you would say to any other woman..........."

"But she isn't just any other woman, is she? She is the Black Witch. The one that was there when Narsil was broken; when Isildur cut the Ring from Sauron's finger. The one that gave him the order to throw the Ring back into the fires of Mount Doom. The one that he disobeyed. If it wasn't for Isildur; if it wasn't for him refusing to do the one thing that would have ended all the madness, Frodo would not be having to face this now. He would not have been chased by the Nazgûl; he would not have nearly died............"

"And you think that she is going to blame you for Isildur's failings?" Elrond interrupted, looking Aragorn in the eyes. A soft sigh leaving his lips, as the Ranger slowly nodded his head once more.

Elrond had known Aragorn since he was a child. He had raised the son of Arathorn, been there for him, just as (Y/n) had raised and been there for he and his twin brother Elros, until they were accepted by Maglor; and he looked upon the Dúnedain as, as much a son, as his own Elladan and Elrohir. As he looked to (Y/n) as a mother. The lord knowing that if there was to be a successful end to this quest, then Aragorn would have to trust the witch. That he would need her protection, just as much as Frodo would; just as much as the rest of the Fellowship would, whether they knew it or not. For even though Saruman was now a servant of Sauron; even though the most powerful of all the wizards in Middle-Earth, had allowed his greed to turn him to the darkness, (Y/n) was much more than she appeared, and that was why Saruman had always kept her close; why his relationship was stronger with her, than it had been any other. It was why Sauron had wanted her three thousand years ago, and why he believed that the great eye would still want her now. The half-elven lord not wanting to imagine what the world might be like, if not only Saruman, but also (Y/n), found herself drawn to the evil that was taking over their world.

"She does not judge you for Isildur's actions. You are not him. And if she were to be angry at anyone, it would be me; I was the one there, the one that was with Isildur in Mount Doom. Yet she does not blame me, and she will not blame you. Speak to her, Elessar. Speak to her when she and Bilbo have finished. You cannot avoid her; she will be right by your side while you and the others make your way to Mordor. Right with you when you feel as if you can turn to no one else. When you feel as though you at your lowest ebb. Let her show you that you can trust her. That she is your greatest allies." The ellon continued, placing a reassuring hand on Aragorn's shoulder. The Ranger finally nodding, before Elrond quietly took his leave.

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Aragorn continued to wait for the witch. She had been speaking with the elderly hobbit for some time, but he was not about to rush things; in fact, he was glad that he had had this time to think. To think not only on the words of Elrond; but also, of what he might say to the only female Maiar that had been sent to Middle-Earth by the Valar.

He had been able to think of nothing else but her, since she had come to stand before him at the council, as she had discovered who he really was, thanks to Legolas. He had been able to think of nothing more but the look in her eyes, and the feeling inside of him, as she had stood so close that he could have just reached out and touched her.

Since he was a child, he had been captivated by the stories that Lord Elrond would tell him about the Black Witch. About the woman that had stood with him, that had stood with Gil-galad; with Isildur, his brother, Anárion and their father, Elendil. The witch that had refused the dark lord and fought with the men and elves to end the grip that Sauron held on Middle-Earth. Aragorn always finding himself imagining her, from Elrond's description. Imagining the beautiful woman that Sauron had wanted as his queen. The young son of Arathorn wishing that he had been able to stand by her side during the War of the Last Alliance. That he had been able to fight alongside her. But not once had he ever thought that he would see her, that he would meet her; yet her she was, more beautiful than he could ever have dreamed, it now no puzzle why the dark lord would have so desired her.

"Son of Arathorn..........." A soft voice suddenly came; Aragorn quickly turning to see the form of the Black Witch stood before him. The Ranger not sure how she had made it out of the room below and up to where he was stood without him noticing; but she had. Aragorn feeling his heart thump violently against the inside of his chest as she took a step closer to him.

"I believe that you and I should speak................"