Estel | Aragorn Fanfiction

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Fluff warning. If you like keeping your bodily fluids in your body and for your heart to stay at its regular pace then please skip this chapter and wait for the next update.

Good luck lol.

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Aragorn could not believe this. He was sure that the Valar simply liked to see him suffer. What with the many burdens they had placed on his shoulders, the deaths of his parents and then they took Eleniel from him. But here she was. Alive and in his embrace. His eyes were always on her, trying to take her image in as much as possible. He didn't realise it but he had started crying, startling her.

"Estel?" She asked, her words pulling him out of his thoughts.

He looked at her with a smile and said, "I no longer know if I am awake....or if I have strayed into a dream once again," Aragorn said, his eyes roving over her face and body as if desperately trying to commit her to his memory. He lifted his right hand and caressed her cheek affectionately. "Surely I have wandered into a dreamland where you still live. Where you breathe and I am able to hold you."

Eleniel gazed at him warmly before allowing herself to relax more into his embrace. He stared at her for a few moments more, his love and longing for her so clearly displayed. She knew in that moment that she would love no one else but him. She could only hope that he felt the same about her.

She said nothing, choosing to instead brush her lips against the calloused palms of his hands. After a few moments of staring at each other, she turned her gaze to Elrond who still sat in the King's tent although he was looking away to try and give them a semblance of privacy. She also swore that she saw a little awkwardness and embarrassment in his posture but said nothing about it.

"We must prepare for war-" Elrond began to say when Aragorn cut him off. "And for our victory." He said confidently, almost as if they had already won the battle.

Eleniel looked at her love sadly before shaking her head. "You ride to battle, meleth nin but, not to victory." She said. Aragorn smiled after hearing her call him 'meleth nin' but that smile disappeared once he registered her words.

"Sauron's armies march on Minas Tirith, as you know, but in secret he sends another force, which will attack from the river. A fleet of Corsair ships sails from the South. They'll be in the city in two days." His Ada told him. An image flashed before Aragorn's eyes. He saw huge fleets of ships gliding through the water as they passed burning buildings, leaving waste and death in their wake. "You're outnumbered Aragorn. You need more men."

"There are none." said Aragorn.

Elrond looked at him imploringly. "There are those who dwell in the mountain."

Aragorn looked at him shocked. Those men in the mountain were unreliable and would abandon them the first chance they got. "Murderers! Traitors! You would call upon them to fight? They believe in nothing! They answer to no one."

"They will answer to the King of Gondor." Elrond stated fiercely. Aragorn glanced down at the sword in his grasp before glancing at his Ada and Eleniel. Eleniel smiled at him encouragingly which he returned. "The man who can wield the power of this sword can summon to him an army more deadly than any that walks this earth. Put aside the ranger. Become who you were born to be. Take the Dimholt road."

Aragorn bowed his head at his Ada before nodding that he would follow his advice. "Your mother knew this day would come," Elrond said, smiling at his son. "Gondor need their King. Your people, the Dúnedain, need their King, their Chief."

"Ónen i-Estel Edain." (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain) said Elrond, reciting the final words of his mother to him.

"Ú-chebin Estel anim." (I have kept no hope for myself) Aragorn replied. He knew what he had to do.