Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit-Imagines and Oneshots

Aragorn- Never a Burden

Requested by AllisonTart 
This is a little different than any of my previous works but I hope you all like it!

Aragorn kept glancing over his shoulder at you as the Fellowships hiked east. You were lagging behind, which was abnormal because you usually kept a quick pace. Your face was contorted with pain, a hand over your stomach as if you were starving or wounded. He had approached you several times by now, asking what was wrong. The first time, you blushed furiously and whispered to him that you were okay and to keep walking. A few times later, you rose your voice a little, claiming that you were fine.

"I'm fine, Aragorn," you said sternly. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine."

He was tired of hearing those two words. I'm fine. Well, he thought to himself, you clearly weren't. He said as much. "Tell me what's wrong, (y/n)."

You glared at him and trudged on, but it obviously took some effort. Aragorn huffed and grabbed you by the wrist. Not too forcefully, just enough to turn you around and face him. "You're worrying me."

Your eyes flared. You ripped out of his hold and kept going. Everything was fine for a few more minutes. You started getting slower again, but refused to fall behind Aragorn. He was slightly hurt by your persistence to not let him care for you. You were his friend since as long as he could remember, but in the past few years, he had began to think of you as... something a little more than that. 

Legolas, who was at the front of the group behind Gandalf, came to abrupt stop and stuck his nose in the air. He sniffed for a few second before saying in that grave voice of his, "I smell blood. Human blood."

Boromir and Aragorn knew they weren't bleeding. All eyes turned to you, the only other human. It was only who Gandalf immediately understood. 

"It's no matter," he said. "Move along."

The rest of the Fellowship was not so easily persuaded. They kept staring at you.

"Are you alright, Miss (y/n)?" Pippin asked. "You look a bit pale."

Aragorn looked you over from head to toe. His eyes widened at the sight of your thighs. The brown fabric was stained with dark red. Oh no... How had he not noticed before? 

"Lie down, (y/n)," he ushered in panic as he slid his bag off his back, ready to tend to whatever wound was causing the bleeding. "You're losing a lot of blood."

"What?" you blurted, squeezing your legs together. "No!" You looked to Gandalf, begging for help. 

"Aragorn, there is no need for medical treatment," the wizard said calmly. "But maybe we should stop for a short rest."

The hobbits, confused and a bit scared, went over to the trees to collect twigs for a small fire. Boromir cast you a worried glance before deciding to mind his own business. Legolas chose to not have any involvement in the matter and went to scout the area. Gimli was unfazed and took out his tobacco pipe for a smoke.

Aragorn did not leave you alone, though. "(Y/n)?" 

You turned to him at last, but kept your eyes away from his. 

"Do we have any spare linens?" you whispered.

"I believe all we have are bandages..." he rummaged through his bag and pulled out the white roll. 

You immediately snatched it out of his hand and muttered a quick thanks before taking off into the trees. You left Aragorn confused and anxious. He debated going after you, but you hadn't seemed like you wanted to be accompanied.