Alaina was the miracle daughter of Arathorn II, second in line to be heir of Eriador after her older brother, Aragorn II. Spending all of her life waiting for the return of her family's heritage back to Eriador, the time has finally come, and Alaina...
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Very slowly, the sun began to break through the black clouds and shine down on the battlefield which seemed rather empty now. Legolas and Alaina split apart and looked up, smiles on their faces. Part of Alaina couldn't help but feel guilty though, he had just accepted the gift of men: death.
The ghost sped up to them at once, now standing in front of Aragorn and Gimli. Legolas and Alaina walked forward and she stood next to her brother, facing the ghost king. "Release us.." The king asked.
"Eh.. bad idea, very handy in a tight spot, these lads — despite the fact, they're dead!" Gimli said from behind the two siblings.
"You gave us your word," The king warned Aragorn.
Alaina's brother took a deep breath as she noticed he no longer held his Dúnedain chieftain longsword, he held the reforged shards of Narsil, the one that cut the ring off of Sauron's fingers by Aragorn and Alaina's ancestor. Aragorn turned and lowered his head slightly at the ghost king, "I hold your oath fulfilled . . . Go. Be at peace."
The army of the dead all slowly smiled before fading into dust and being carried away by the wind. Aragorn turned towards Alaina who put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a comforting smile. Gimli turned towards Legolas, "I got fifty-eight!"
Legolas smiled happily, "I got sixty-three, but we both lost anyway," he said, looking at Alaina with a smirk on his face.
Alaina smiled and Gimli looked as though he would protest. "I got a hundred and thirty-one."
Then Alaina and Aragorn turned, feeling as though someone was watching them, they saw Gandalf who then bowed his head in homage at the siblings.
Aragorn smiled and raised his head, Alaina took a deep breath and looked towards the city, smoke came from the lower levels but it began to stop as the people put it out. Minas Tirith, the white city.
Then they heard a pain-filled scream and all of them turned their heads towards it. Alaina saw where she had left Éowyn to see that Éomer had found her body laying on the ground and was holding his sister in his arms yelling and crying out loud. She wasn't dead though, thankfully.
A hospital had been set up in the city for the hundreds of wounded townspeople and soldiers and Alaina spent a lot of her time with Aragorn in there helping heal people. They needed to, to gain the trust of the people. Alaina went first to Faramir and helped bandaged him up. Aragorn went straight to Éomer to help heal his sister.
As Alaina was bandaging up an unconscious Faramir, he woke suddenly, grabbing her wrist causing her to jump slightly. She let out a deep breath, "You're okay, Faramir, you're alive."
Faramir's eyes turned and opened slowly, looking at Alaina, "I remember... you saved me," he paused, a very small smile appearing on his lips, "twice."
Alaina couldn't help but smile to herself as she tied the bandage around his shoulder, "I said I would, didn't I?"
Faramir looked at her with caring eyes. It was a friendly love that he showed, nothing more. And Alaina was happy at that, she didn't know if she could break it to another man that she was in love with a different person. "Thank you," he whispered before his eyes shut again.
