Daughter of the Ainur - Aragorn love story

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"Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars"

For thirty days we are walking towards the west of the Misty Mountains and then we are heading towards the Gap of Rohan, if it's still open. Gandalf told us that we have to walk forty days to the Gap and then we take the road east, to Mordor.

My feet hurt, but I do not complain. Why should it? I do not want to look like an arrogant princes who never does something for herself.  Most of the time, I walk next to Legolas or Aragorn. I can also speak with Gimli, he tells me everything about his family and more. I am beginning to love his stories about the dwarfs and I can't wait to meet one of his family members one day. Mithrandir is just quiet and looking out for me. But when we speak, it is more talking about long lost memories. At night I dream about them, things I begin to remember. Faces, sounds and surroundings I vaguely recognize. The Hobbits are funny, mostly Pippin and Merry, who are always talking about their home, the Shire and food. They talk about a lot of food. Sam is mostly talking with them or asking questions to Aragorn or Legolas. And if he isn't doing that, he is taking care of our pony Bill. Frodo, the poor boy, has a hard time. I can feel the power of the ring grow and it is becoming more and more difficult to resist it. Sometimes it looks like the ring is only speaking towards me, whispering my name, laughing at me. But I know that Boromir is hanging on the edge. I can see him looking at the ring with greedy eyes. And that is a shame, I like Boromir. He is a good man, a good soldier and above all, a good brother. He speaks about the White City, the city of kings. He is the one who kept he army of Mordor away for so long.

In the morning of day thirty-two, Mithrandir decides to rest for a bit. The Hobbits sign loudly and flop down on a hill. I see that Sam is making a campfire and Frodo sits next to him, closing his eyes. I sit also down and get my backpack from my back. The bow and quiver is still hanging on my back, just in case. I feel my sword prick in my thigh. I hiss a little and move around so I can sit better. Aragorn sits down next to me, smoking his pipe. We look towards Pippin and Merry, who Boromir is teaching how to fight.

They yell and laugh, until Boromir catching Merry's hand and Merry throws his sword down. He lunges at Boromir and together with Pippin they tackle him. 'For the Shire!' They both yell. I hear Aragorn chuckle and I smile. 'Help, help!' cries Boromir with laughter. I stand up. 'Boys, this is enough' I say when I walk over to them. 'Get her!' Pippin shouts and they let Boromir go, only to tackle me. I fall on the ground, the two hobbits attacking me with tickling. 'S-stop!' I laugh. Luckily I get help from Boromir and Aragorn, both lifting a hobbit from my squirming body. I catch my breath and wipe the tears from my eyes. I get up from the ground, wiping the mud and the grass of me. I look around, Legolas is standing further away, his gaze fixated on a distant dark patch, it looks like smoke. But when I get a better look, I freeze. No..

'It is moving fast, against the wind!' I hear Boromir say worriedly. 'Crebain' I mutter. 'Crebain from Dunland!' Legolas yells. 'Hide!' Aragorn shouts urgently. Legolas turns around, moving fast. I feel him grabbing my wrist and pulling me with him. I hear Boromir shouting the names of the Hobbits to take cover and we all scramble under a rock our bush.

Legolas and I hide under a bush and I can see the Crebain coming closer, they fly overhead at a great speed and circling above us. The crows are circling above us for one more time and fly suddenly away, back to the south. Mithrandir staggers back to his feet. 'Spies of Saruman. The passage south is being watched' He looks at Aragorn and then back to us. Mithrandir gestures toward the high mountain pass. 'We must take the Pass of Caradhras!' He orders.

Snow. I am not dressed for the cold, just great.

We make our way towards the mountain pass and soon the grassy landscape turns into snow and ice. The atmosphere is getting heavier with each step we take. We climb through rock and snow. On a certain point I lose the feeling in my toes and fingers. But I can't complain, being a she-elf, I walk on top of the snow, the same does Legolas. But my friends are walking chest and knee deep into the cold snow. I hear a yelp and I wake up from my daydreaming. Frodo is rolling past me, I try to grab him, but Frodo holds still a couple of meters further. Everyone is escaping their breath. Aragorn is the first, rushing towards our ring-bearer. He scrambles to his feet, feeling frantically on his chest.