Gandalf's Apprentice

Chapter Four: Aragorn...

***Leandra's POV***

I ran down the corridor, Aragorn wasn't slowing down. Damn it, no wonder they call him Strider!

I had no idea where I was going, but I didn't want to talk to him. What if I said something stupid?!

I cornered myself behind a round pillar. I tried to hide. "Mi'lady? Why are you fleeing from me? I was defending you?" I heard Aragorn enter the room I was in. His footsteps were getting closer.

"What is your name?" He asked.

I sighed, knowing he wouldn't give up. He must've heard it, because He appeared next to me and held his arm in mine so I couldn't run.

"Hey! Let me go!" I snapped and he looked at me seriously.

"What is your name?" He asked, releasing me.

I grunted and rubbed my wrist. "Leandra Black...I'm a princess of Lothlorien. Gandalf made me his apprentice, so I'm on a quest with him. What of it?" I growled.

He looked shocked. "You don't have any accent I've ever heard, yet you claim to be a princess of Lothlorien? I doubt that." He said as he crossed his arms.

"That's because I'm recently adopted by Lady Galadriel. I'm not from Middle Earth. For some reason, some idiot decided to drop me out of my world and into the sea. Gandalf found me unconscious on the coast near the Blue Mountains and took me to Galadriel. Also, how the hell was I supposed to know you were defending me?! I don't speak elvish! I used to be human, dumb ass!" I shouted at him and he backed up a few steps.

"Well...I-I apologize...your majesty-" I cut him off.

"Please, don't call me that? I get that enough from elves. Seriously, so you like people calling you Prince every five seconds...?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Prince...I have not gone by that title in a while." He said with wide eyes.

"Aragorn, son of Arathorn! You are Isildur's heir! Yet you use a false elvish name! Who's a liar now?" I scolded and smacked his arm.

"Hey!" He shouted and rubbed his shoulder. "I was helping you, remember? I thought they had scared you! You looked like death!" He explained.

"No...I had a vision. One of what is to come...may-...can you take me back to the library? I need to see something." I asked cautiously.

He guided me back to the library, both of us in silence...it wasn't awkward, it was determined silence, like he understood.

He was silent for a moment. "What did you see in your vision?" He asked as I picked up the hilt, this time holding my left hand against the blade.

"I saw war...possibly my own death, I can't be sure, but if I can-..." I froze when a small prick of pain was felt in my forehead. My vision lit up again.

It was the Shire...young Bilbo was running after the company to join them. I...wasn't with them. I could feel the anger Thorin was feeling...directed at me. Gandalf sent me away...

Then it faded to Ravenhill...Azog had Thorin on the ice, they were fighting...I was too far away to get to him! I cut my palm on the broken blade by accident, almost dropping it again.

I released the sword in shock, setting it down more careful. and my knees gave out from shock. I collapsed into the pedestal, trying to correct my breathing.

"Leandra...?" Aragorn asked as he tried to help me up.

"I need to go...now. Thank you for helping me...ah." I hissed at the pain in my hand.

"Wait! Leandra, you're hurt, you must go to a healer." He said.

I growled slightly and tried to remember a healing spell. "No, I don't...tanka harwar." I said and felt pins and needles run down my arm, into my bloody hand.

Aragorn was stunned even more so as he watched it heal into a white scar. "You're a magic user...?" He asked in awe.

"I'm a lot of things...thanks again." I said grimly before hurrying down the stairs.

I had to find Gandalf soon. We need to go...