Aleana and Aragorn

Chapter 34

A/n: Just so you know, this might get a little violent, so yeah, just letting you know!

***Aleana POV***

We had left as soon as everyone had everything they needed. Aragorn had not even glanced my way. It was Legolas who found me sobbing alone, asking what had happened. Through my tears, I managed to tell him what had occurred, only to see him get angry. But I calmed him, and myself, and soon we had headed out.

I could not bring up my eyes to find Aragorn, so afraid I was to see the disdain and anger in his eyes as I had earlier. Thoughts swirled in my head. Had I really been only jealous? Had I really doubted Aragorn's love for me? Had I deserved that?

Though I knew none of it was true, my mind forged thoughts that made me hate myself for the things I had said. A few moments ago, Sauron's voice began floating in my mind and I tried my hardest to block it. Legolas had wanted to walk beside me, but I had ushered him away, wanting to be alone.

The sky begins to darken and we stop for a break. I sit on a boulder watching Aragorn. He sat cleaning his sword, his face worn out and I felt guilty, knowing it was I who had him feel that way. I see Eowyn walk up to him, giving him a bowl of her stew. He takes a bite, trying had to hide a grimace.

I believe he compliments her nonetheless and she smiles, turning away. As soon as her back is turned, he quickly goes to pour the stew on the ground, but Eowyn turns back to him. He quickly pulls back the bowl and burns his hand, wincing. Immediately I take a startled breath, as if it was my hand was burned, worry passing through me. His eyes meet mine for a second, but then harden and look away to Eowyn.

My eyes cast to the ground, tears pooling in them, when I fell the presence of someone take a seat beside me. I look up to see Gimli on my right and Legolas on my left.

"Are you alright, Aleana," Legolas asks and I can't help the silent tears that fall from my eyes.

"I should have apologized, I should right now. Why did I have to say such things, why must I hurt him so," I cry.

"I don't think it is you who has to apologize lass. Nothing you said was hurtful, your love is true and you only meant better for your friend," Gimli answers.

"He is right, Aleana," Legolas continues, "your words were not meant to hurt, Aragorn merely took them that way. In this he is wrong for you have stood by him all this time and even now you put yourself at fault, when he is. You are kind and good at heart, and he fails to see that for now. You must not feel guilty, if anyone-"

Legolas is cut off as I suddenly stand, pain rushing my body. I had tried to fight him, but I could hear him, the pain increasing. I knew what was coming next and I clutch my head just as I am sucked back into the dark tower of Barad-dur.

My eyes fall on his chest as he is standing a few inches from me. I slowly bring my eyes up to meet his orange orbs. His hands come up and cup my cheeks as I look on surprised and afraid. He starts leaning his face towards mine and finally I realize what it was he was trying to do. Angry, I push him away before his lips can connect with mine.

Surprised, he stumbles back, only to look back up at me completely livid. His eyes were aflame with fury as he stepped towards me. The anger and confidence in me immediately dissipated as he grabbed my wrist and threw me across the room, my back coming in contact with a broken slab jutting out from the wall.

I fall to the floor, arching my back as the pain ignites a fire through me, a scream ripping through my throat.

"Nalkren dare lat love naj-ri [how dare you love him!]," his voice booms in the room and I can't help the tears of fear that fall from my eyes.

He grabs me by my hair and drags me across the floor to the bed, myself reaching up and grasping his hand in hopes of lessening the pain flaring in my head. With one swift move, he pulls me up and throws me on the bed.

I look to him and see a fiery whip in his hand, as if it was woven with the very fires of Mount Doom. My eyes widen and before I can think another thought, he brings it down on my stomach. I hear my screams echo in the chamber as he brings down the whip on my body after every word he spoke.

"Avhiuk [this]," whip, "iuk [is]," whip, "whaav [what]," whip, "lat [you]," whip, "liwo [will]," whip, "nauk-ceive [receive]," whip, "for lovaumn[for loving]," whip, "naj-ri [him]."

The pain stops roaring down and I look at him in absolute fear through teary eyes. His chest was heaving in anger and his knuckles white around the handle of the whip. He looks at me with absolute fury.

"Liwo lat ukavill love naj-ri [will you still love him?]," he seethes.

"Jiak liwo alwayuk love naj-ri [I will always love him.]," I answer in a shuddered breath, my body on fire with the pain of the whips.

He roars in anger and I flinch unintentionally as he throws the whip to the side. His fingers wrap around my hair, and the next thing I know is the feeling of his lips hungrily on mine.

***Aragorn POV***

I had been speaking with Eowyn when suddenly a scream of pure agony has me looking up in shock. Everyone turned to the sound and I see Aleana sprawled on the ground, writhing in sheer pain. My eyes widen as I see tears falling from her eyes while Legolas and Gimli tried to shake her out of her vision.

Without thinking I stand and rush through the now close bodies of others, clumped around to see what was happening. I only wanted to reach Aleana, to hold her, to let her know I loved her and I had not meant my words.

What had I been thinking, speaking to her so cruelly? I knew her and her heart was purer than starlight. When she spoke her worries of Eowyn, it was only for her well-being, yet I had called her worse than anything I had called anyone. How could I do this?

I push through the people and stumble upon where Aleana lay, her screams quieted, a whimper on her lips. Legolas and Gimli look to me, unsure of what to do. I kneel beside her and see her eyes slowly focus, being drawn out of her vision and back to us, to me. She sits up suddenly, her eyes not really see who was before her. Her body was trembling in fear and I could see blood on her tunic.

I reach a hand towards her and she immediately flinches back, shuffling away from me, a cry of fear leaving her lips. She stumbles to her feet, looking around at everyone gathered around her, fear growing in her eyes, her breathing getting shallower. Tears fell from her eyes, and she turns around, pushing through the people, running away. I push through after her only to see her run a few feet before stumbling.

She rights herself up, but is unable to make it another foot as she falls to the ground. I run to her and take her unconscious body in my arms, looking down at her tear-stricken face. What had he done?

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