From Wyoming, to Middle-earth

Chap. 12 - The Journey Out

I'm not really following the book's plot, I'm gravitating more to the movie's plot line. And I added a little twist of my own ideas XD

After the Fellowship disbanded to start packing, I went up to my room. I heard footsteps behind me, and they were fast approaching. Strider- I mean Aragorn was coming.

"Alex!" he yelled.

I turned around, hurt and angry that he hadn't been honest. I started to run to my room, but after about ten seconds of a good headstart, he caught me. He grabbed my shoulders gently, and I quickly stopped. My feet slammed against the old stone path, trying to slow down.

I stared at my feet, and he twisted me around so I could face him. Aragorn softly pushed my chin up, so I was looking at him.

I looked at his face. He seemed like he was hurt as well.

"I'm sorry," he said, a heartfelt apology.

I pulled away from his grasp, and glared at him. His gray eyes were filled with sorrow, while my blue eyes were filled with brimming tears of deceit.

"Why?" I said, and my voice cracked, "Why couldn't you just tell me? It's just a name. A simple thing! You could have just told me! You lied."

Aragorn's face fell, "I was afraid of my past. I do not want the ring to - I don't want the same fate as Isildur. I don't want to be reminded of it."

He let go of my shoulders, and let his arms drop.

My face softened from a hard glare, and I grabbed his hands, "What was his fate?"

He looked away, and led me to a room. It had paintings and statues. He led me to a pedastal with a broken sword.

"These are the shards of Narasil. The blade that cut the ring from Sauron's hand."

He turned to the painting behind me. A man was on the ground, slashing a sword at Sauron. He explained his heritage to me, and I looked at the sword again. It would be a long sword if it was ever forged again. It looked like it was the length of a hobbit!

Aragorn looked at me, "The same blood flows in my veins." He looked at the painting, "The same weaknesses."

"You vowed to protect Frodo. He is the ringbearer. Not you. You are Isildur's heir. Not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate," I said. I put my hand on his cheek, and started to leave the room, "I must go and pack."

I left him in silence, and went to my room. On my bed was another leather bag, and besides it was a bow. Just like the one I had at home, but a little more charming. My name was engraved in the wood near the bowstring. A quiver full of arrows sat next to it, and a dark violet cloak was folded up neatly. I smiled, and picked up the bow. It was incredibly lightweight compared to my bow at home.

Home.

I put on my cloak, and looked at myself in the mirror. I reached for my locket, which wasn't there. I remembered I had given it to Aragorn.

Aragorn.

I put some of the leftover bread I had for breakfast into the bag, and braided my hair into a intricate braid down my back. I put the bow onto my back, along with my quiver. My sword that Aragorn had given me was in the corner of my room. I attatched the sword to a belt around my waist, and covered it with my cloak.

I went to the door and opened it, and surveyed my room. I had left nothing in the room, but I decided to leave my hiking boots. They were too much weight for such a long journey.

I closed my door, and saw the hobbits leaving their rooms. I stopped by Lord Elrond's place to say goodbye, and my thanks.

I ran through the courtyard, and to the road that led out of Rivendell. Legolas and Gimli were glaring at each other from afar; and the hobbits were talking to each other. Gandalf and Boromir were alone. I caught Boromir's eye, and quickly looked away.

I stood by myself, near Sam's pony. I felt strangely alone without Aragorn. I wondered where he was; and as soon as I thought of him, he appeared coming down a path towards us.

Aragorn had packed, and set his belongings on Bill. I realized that was a good idea, and set my small bag on the poor pony. Aragorn nodded his greetings at me, and walked to Gandalf. We started to leave the elvish city, and I felt I was being watched.

I turned to Rivendell, and the citizens were watching us leave. The further I walked from Rivendell, the more I realized that I was leaving safety. And heading for Doom.

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