We off the hills as quickly as we could. It was when Lothlorien was in sight, that walking was allowed for a short time.
I caught my breath as I ran to Aragorn's side. "What was it that you wanted to tell me?"
Aragorn continued looking forward. "I cannot recal what you mean."
"In the mines," I urged, "before the Orcs attacked us by Balin's tomb, you said there was something important you wanted to tell me. What was it?"
Aragorn stayed silent and kept moving forward.
"Are you going to answer me?"
Aragorn slowed a bit and ran forward. My brows furrowed and I followed him quickly. Aragorn ran past a few trees, and I tried to follow. But when I passed the second tree, he pushed me back against the tree. His gazes locked with mine as his forehead slowly touched mine. My breath stilled, and I closed my eyes. I felt his lips softly press against mine.
A twig snapped, and he quickly removed his entire body from me. I looked at where the sound came from. Legolas glanced at the both of us.
The Elf looked at Aragorn. "Did you see something? I saw the two of you run, so I tried to follow as closely as possible."
Aragorn shook his head. "There was something Bre wanted to discuss in private." He locked his gaze with mine. "However, I think she got all the information she wanted to know."
I blinked. I hadn't recieved an information. All he did was press his lips against mine.
...
I paused and slowly nodded. "Right. I now know who I'm going to take lessons from on sword fighting."
Legolas's brows furrowed. "I thought it was already set for Caleniel to teach you."
I smiled at Legolas. "There are many other things Caleniel must learn first. As there are many things you should learn."
"What?"
Aragorn let out a small laugh. "Come, we must closer to Lothlorien now."
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The Fellowship of the Ring (Finished but Editing)
Fanfiction60 years after the Hobbit, Bre meets a man named Aragorn. With her new life and skills, she sets on another journey with her friend Caleniel to see the end of The One Ring. However, many aspects of the journey go sour including the loss of one, her...