Estel | Aragorn Fanfiction

Because They Love You

"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king."

Eleniel's dream was filled with these words as she slept. Her mind cleared of everything else except those words, wondering what it was that the Valar wanted from her. There was a flash of light before she found herself sprawled across the floor.

"Can't they for once just let me land on my feet?" She grumbled under her breath, wondering if the Valar liked seeing her trip and being sprawled on floors. Looking around, she found herself in Rivendell, the corridors empty of any type of life. She attempted to call out to Elrond wondering if the Elf Lord would be in her dream but for some reason, she knew that she would not find him there.

Without knowing it, she found herself walking, her feet seeming to have a mind of its own. She gazed around at the beautiful scenery, not having been in Rivendell for a long time, since it was founded actually. Pulling herself from the beauty of Imladris, she found herself in a dark room, a single light shone brightly down on something in the centre on a sort of pedestal. Eleniel did not look at anything else, her eyes only for the thing on the pedestal or she would have noticed the artwork singed and painted into the stone, depicting the story of the First War and Isildur.

Once in the centre of the room, she gasped in surprise looking upon the object on the pedestal. Her eyes widened upon seeing the shards of Narsil, her mind finally understanding what the Valar wanted of her. Eleniel heard the words, the poem she now knew was about Aragorn said aloud as she bowed to the powerful object in front of her, feeling its power connect intensely with her own as if to show that it recognised her and awaited for her to come for it in Imladris.

She guiltily thought of her love in Helms Deep who was no doubt preparing for battle, knowing that she would not see him as soon as she had anticipated, she sighed. Just wait a little longer for me, meleth nin.

Then she woke, immediately preparing for a different journey to what she thought.

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Aragorn startled awake from his short nap, his body covered in sweat. He had heard a sweet, familiar voice speak, 'Just wait a little longer for me, meleth nin' the voice said. Eleniel his mind thought when he heard those words play over and over again. Deciding that he wouldn't be getting anymore rest, he got up, left his room and walked down one of the many corridors to outside. He found the rest of the Fellowship sat there, each of them smoking a pipe as they nervously spoke amongst themselves, the anxiety of battle catching up to them.

He approached them quietly before plopping down beside Gimli. They greeted him and he nodded back before pulling his own pipe out and lighting it, letting his own thoughts run wild. Aragorn's eyes fall upon a confused looking child with a sword. He stood before approaching the boy of maybe 14 and spoke loudly to him. "Give me your sword." He said, the startled boy looked at Aragorn in awe and his approaching companions before hastily passing his sword over reverently to the Ranger.

Aragorn spoke, asking him a question, "What is your name?"

"Haleth, son of Háma, my lords." The Fellowship immediately felt sympathy for the boy and his family especially his mother. To lose your husband and now to have to watch your son fight in a battle he was clearly not trained for must be heart wrenching.