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

Stone - Part 6 - Aragorn x Reader

The horses had made it back to Edoras. After the death of the treacherous wizard, Saruman, at the hands of Grima Wormtongue; Gandalf had told both Théoden and Éomer to return to their kingdom and wait. Yet neither man had expected the sight now before them, upon the company's return. The pair watching as Aragorn aided a blindfolded woman from his horse. The Ranger taking her up into his arms, as he and the others, that had journeyed with him and the wizard into the darkness of Fangorn forest, made their way toward them.

The wizard had told Théoden King, little of what they were going to be doing; the Father of Horse-men not sure why he and his nephew had not been allowed to follow what remained of the Fellowship; but as they had been given the task of their own, to send word out to the free people of Middle-Earth, that Saruman was dead, Théoden had turned his mind to that. Though when the two Rohirrim had ridden away with the promise that when the Fellowship returned to the Golden Hall, they would have a weapon with them that would help defeat the forces of Sauron, neither man could help but question why they had come back with a woman, and a blind one at that, rather than the weapon that had been promised. Gandalf nodding respectfully to the Horsemaster, as he and the others came to stand before he and his nephew.

"You said you were bringing back a weapon. So, where is it.........?" Théoden King asked, as he looked between the wizard, Aragorn, and the woman that was still in the Dúnedain's arms. It obvious that he was not too happy about the current situation. A beautiful voice cutting through the chilled air, before the wizard could speak.

"You are looking at her, Horsemaster..........."

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The princess couldn't help but smile, as the Dúnedain held her close while they raced towards their destination. There was something about this Aragorn, son of Arathorn, that she could not help but feel drawn to. When she had been able to look upon him the night before, she had seen her beloved Calamis, in his features. The sight of him giving her a feeling of joy, that she had not known in a very long time. A part of her wanting to lean in and kiss him; to taste him while her fingers weaved themselves into his hair. (Y/n) no longer able to recall what such intimacy felt like; though if she were ever to know it again, she would confess that she would like it to be with Aragorn.

"We are making our way to the lands of the horsemen, are we not.......?" She suddenly asked, as Brego, Shadowfax, Arod and their riders, made their way across the mark.

"How...........?" Aragorn countered, as he looked between the woman in his arms, and the grassy expanse that still lay between them and Edoras. The great gates of the capital, that had been built at the end of the valley of Harrowdale, which lay under Starkhorn, getting ever closer.

"I may not be able to see, Aragorn; but I can still smell. And I smell horsemen. The Rohirrim kings once used to send their men into the forest to try and find the witch; and they were foolish enough to bring their animals with them. Needless to say, that few of the Rohirric made it home, and even fewer of their horses. I believe that that was why they finally stopped hunting me, I took too many of their precious creatures from them." (Y/n) explained. Aragorn able to hear a slight hint of amusement in her voice. Though he could not blame her for that. The Ranger sure that if he had been hunted for centuries, because of something that was not her fault. For a curse that had been brought about, because of love; or perhaps he should say, a love that was denied; he too might find such things humorous. Aragorn just finding himself holding her a little tighter. Hoping that when they arrived at the capital, neither Théoden nor Éomer would feel the need to question the princess. Hoping those that now called Edoras, home; might no longer know of the legend of the Stone witch. But unfortunately, he doubted it. Not sure how any of them would deal with the situation that may arise, if Théoden King refused to have (Y/n) in his kingdom.

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"We are here..........." Aragorn said, as the great gates were opened. The eyes of the Rohirrim following the group, as they made their way towards the Golden Hall. The people muttering behind their hands at the sight of the blindfolded woman in his arms.

"Tell me what you see........."

"I see Meduseld. Atop the steps awaits Théoden King and his nephew Éomer, the Marshal of the Riddermark........" Aragorn explained, as he pulled Brego to a halt, before dismounting and taking (Y/n) into his arms. The princess feeling herself being carried up some steps.

"You said you were bringing back a weapon. So, where is it.........?" A rather gruff sounding voice came. The princess sensing the wizard moving to her side. Yet before he could say anything, the lady spoke for herself.

"You are looking at her, Horsemaster........." Théoden and Éomer looking at one another, as Aragorn placed her on her feet, before he handed her, her staff.

"A woman........? A woman is your weapon........?" A different voice scoffed. The princess presuming that this was the Éomer that Aragorn had mentioned.

"Watch your tongue, Rider, or I will gladly show you what kind of weapon truly stands before you.........." (Y/n) continued. Suddenly feeling a hand placed on her shoulder.

"I have done as I promised, Éomer son of Éomund. I have brough you perhaps the best weapon we have to defeat the forces of evil. I have brought you the Stone witch.