Daughter of the Ainur - Aragorn love story

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"It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."

I wake up when a warm hand caresses my cheek. 'Melamin' His husky voice sounds like a melody in my ears. 'Wake up' He says again, sounding more desperate. I open my eyes slowly, I feel still drained from energy. But luckily my body doesn't feel like it is burning anymore. 'Pippin?' I ask him. My voice sounds so weak.

I hate it.

'Pippin is also awake en feeling better. We had a council with Théoden, Mithrandir, Legolas and Gimli. We have decided or rather Mithrandir has, that it is for the best that Pip is going to the White City'

'Alone!?' I open my eyes fully and try to sit up straight. Aragorn pushes me gently back into the cushions. 'No, Mithrandir is going with him. We were lucky. Because of Pip, we know a little of Sauron's plan of attack'

'The King's city is the first to fall' I whisper, knowing what the plan is. First Gondor and from there all of Middle Earth.

So we have to stop him before he can take Gondor!

Aragorn sighs deeply. He looks troubled. 'I wish that I could take your path from you' He says suddenly. I move my hand towards his cheek and rest my forehead against his. 'My fate is not written and so is yours Melamin. We both have our destiny yes, but how it ends, that is what we decide' Aragorn lips collide with mine and the passion grows. Remembering I am in bed, only wearing a thin piece of fabric, I stop him. He smiles. 'Are you well enough?' I laugh. 'Yes, I shall get dressed and what are we going to do then?'

'Saying goodbye to our friends'

Oh.

Aragorn leaves the room and I get out of bed. I wash my face with water and dress myself quickly. A blue tunic, a corset and black pants with my leather boots. I brush my hair quickly and braid it. I put the circlet on my head and put my belt around my waist. I take my sword and put it in the sheath. When I am ready, I walk out of the room towards the Hall. There are Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas already waiting for me.

Together we walk towards the stables but I am too late. Mithrandir thunders out of the stables towards the gate. Merry runs after them, towards the watchtower. Aragorn runs after the Hobbit.

He clambers the watchtower up, Aragorn in pursuit. I see Mithrandir disappear into the distance and so do they.

Aragorn and Merry are climbing down and we walk towards the Hall. 'Now we have to wait' Aragorn tells us. I sigh.

Great.

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I am in my room, reading one of Éowyn's books. We are waiting for four days now. I look outside, the sun is going down. Suddenly I feel myself being transported. I blink a couple of times and see that I am standing before a statue of a man, he is wearing a crown.

But I don't know him.

'The crownless again shall be King' A voice sounds around me.

Naneth?

'Reforge the sword' Naneth continues.

Which sword?

Then I see the sword, it is withdrawn from a pool of steaming water, it shimmers as the water drops slide down the blade.

'Narsil' Naneth says. 'The sword that was broken has been remade' The sword is shining in the moonlight. 'The sword that was broken, is reforged' I whisper.