lord of the rings/the hobbit imagines

☆ Night ride - Aragorn imagine

You woke up on the creaky bed of the spare room. You were visiting one of your dearest friends; Aragorn. The two of you had been friends for a couple of years now. You had met when he rode through Rivendell delivering messages for Elrond. You had been lucky enough to know the elves over the years and their hospitality was wonderful. You were one of their own even if you weren't connected through blood. Aragorn had invited you to Gondor which was no new destination for you. You had been many times. Anyways, how could you refuse the king of Gondor?

You were tucked away in an extra room of the castle, lined with wood floors, paneled windows and dim lights. The bed shifted under your weight as you rolled your self over. You looked through the old, glass window and barley made out the shadows of the night. It was dark out, couldn't be past 2 in the morning. Pulling yourself over the covers and off the mattress, you swept your feet over the cool floors and hooked your hand around the door knob. Slowly, you opened the door up to the hall and snuck yourself out of your room.

"What are you doing?" He stood in the glossy hallway staring intently at you.

"Uh, couldn't sleep?" You stated although questioning even yourself.

He turned and continued walking until he brought himself to a pair of tall, blue, wooden doors that brought him outside. You followed stat and breathed in the crisp air of what was Gondor.

"I'll always love it here."

"As will I." He continued walking with you only a few feet behind his tall self. Bringing the two of you to a pair of horses, he led you to the white one and helped you up. Himself, took the other which was a bit taller.

Off you two were, in the silence of the night. You two found that you never needed much words to communicate throughly through much times in your friendship. It was good for him since he kept much to himself and you didn't mind. In fact, you admired him for how well he carried himself with such little manner of things.

The moonlight shaped his figure and you slowly kept behind his horse on your way. Not knowing where he was going but content as ever with him because he was the one friend you could always be yourself with. Not having to hide anything from the King of Gondor really was rewarding. People saw him only as a king much of the time but you knew there was so much more than that.

Aragorn was a pretty person, everyone knew that, but your attachment to him was more than looks although no denying his looks were not less than thought of.

"The night is my favourite time. I don't have to be king when no one is around. It's so much more calming. I feel so tired being king sometimes. I want to be perfect for the people of Gondor, a leader, role model some may say, but the stress and continuous  need of integrity is sincerely a wear and tear of myself." He slowed his horse as a river approached and hopped off. The horse nibbled on the green grass and surely your horse joined no later than when you hopped onto the ground to stand by Aragorn.

"I hate that you feel that. You shouldn't feel pressured like that. I know you, and I know people won't be disappointed in you ever. How could they? You put everyone first. Try not to stress yourself, everyone loves you without you having to bring yourself down constantly." You grabbed his hand and held it in his while saying this. You wanted to make sure he knew you were being sincere. He sighed as he felt your touch.

Aragorn and you and never intentionally showed romantic feelings toward each other for the years you've been known to one another whether they were there or not. You felt that inappropriate and never knew if it was anything he would want, but distracted in this moment, you forgot.

You looked up at him gazing over the shiny waters of the river. The light from the moon shone over his hair and casted shadows around his nose. He looked beautiful and evermore than anyone known.

His feelings, his deep beneath his lowest thoughts, he never shared. He couldn't be with you. He knew. It would be too hard. He was king of Gondor and you were busy with the elves all the way in Rivendell. He believed that you being with him would hold you down. You were so much stronger than what you thought you were capable of. He could never risk or play with the idea of him being with you. He hated it. He loved you. He loved being your friend but all wanted and adored was always more. He could never hurt you.

So he let go.

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hey! sorry i haven't updated
in like months oops but
school has been busy and
adjusting to school with
this pandemic going
on has been busier.
this chapter kind of sucks
because it had been in the works and
then i forgot about it so i kind
of rushed the end but dw my next
chapters will be better.
anyways, requests are welcome
and i'll try updating more!
bye besties <3