An Unexpected Fanfiction: The Hobbit & LOTR One Shots

I Will Fight (part 1)

(Requested by the wonderous hufflepuffturtle! Thanks so much!)

Type: One shot

Pairing: Aragorn x female reader

Enjoy!

I could barely believe the foolishness of my brother! Getting up in the middle of a serious meeting, one that could determine the fate of Middle Earth, and shouting at the ranger Strider for such a trivial thing, it made my cheeks flush pink in embarrassment of my relation to Boromir. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down to the chair, quite roughly in fact, for I was quite annoyed with my older brother. "Stop it! You're making a fool of yourself- even more so than usual," I snapped, but Boromir kept trying to get up again, so I smacked his arm and hissed, "Behave, you buffoon!" He finally stopped moving and begrudgingly shut up. I gave a soft sigh of relief and turned my gaze to the man Boromir's silly anger had been directed at, Strider. He stared right back at me with a peculiar gaze just as Frodo leaped up and cried, "I'll do it!" causing the entire group, now quarreling with each other, to freeze and turn to him.

Before I knew it, the Fellowship of the Ring had been formed. I, the middle child of Denethor II, could not join the journey, no matter how much I wished I could. I had duties at home, in Gondor, to look after and now I would be taking over many of my brother's positions in his absence. I pulled Boromir aside for a minute after the meeting adjourned and slapped him across the face. He winced and frowned at me, complaining, "Saewynn-", but I cut him off with a scolding tone, "You are quite the fool, Boromir! I shouldn't have to reprimand you as I would a child!" I sighed at his apologetic expression, deciding to let his idiocy go for now, and continued, "Still, I am going to miss you when you go on this journey. Promise me you will return? There will be a great parade in your honor when you come back home, I will make sure of it."

He smiled and gave me a hug, which I gladly returned, as he replied, "Of course I will return. I could never miss my little sister's wedding, whenever that may be. And I do apologize if any man breaks your heart in my absence and I am not here to teach him his place." I laughed softly and kissed his forehead in farewell as Gandalf the Grey, the old, kind wizard, beckoned him to follow. "Stay safe." "I promise I will." And with that, he was gone. I turned around to leave and took only a few paces, spotting someone watching me from the shadows close by. "Come into the light- I know you are there," I commanded, bringing my hand down to rest on the hilt of my sword. "If I wanted you dead, you would already be so," replied a voice I might have heard a few times before- but who was it? 

I didn't have to wonder for long as Strider took a few steps toward me and into the sunlight. I visibly relaxed in relief it was only he and gave a small nod in greeting. "I would not be so sure of that," I teased calmly, dropping my hand from my scabbard, "From the looks of you, I could easily best you in a fair sword fight." His eyes sparkled with amusement. "I would like to take you up on that offer-" In an instant, my sword was out and held just parallel to Strider's neck. He seemed surprised by my swiftness, but did not falter in drawing his own blade and holding it up as I took a few steps back. We gave quick bows to each other to signify we meant no true harm and immediately began to spar, swords flashing in the setting sunlight as we went in circles, parrying, attacking, blocking, each blow a solid match to the others' strength and skill.

By the time the sun had finally dipped behind the trees, we were both tired but unwilling to give up against such a worthy foe. I pretended for my concentration to slip as I glanced up at a squirrel on a branch high above and, as I'd anticipated, Strider took a swing at my chest. I easily blocked it and twisted my arm up, to the side, and down again, knocking the sword from his hand and quickly bringing my blade up to rest below his chin again. We both stood gasping for breath for a long moment before I lowered my sword and sheathed it, leaning down to pick up his blade as well and hand it back by the hilt. He took it with a nod of thanks and admitted, "You are quite the warrior, Miss..." My lips curved up into a little grin. "Saewynn, daughter of Denethor II." A flicker of recognition appeared in his gaze and he gave me a small smile.