Middle Earth One-Shots (Characters X Reader) (LOTR/TH)

8. You Moron! [Aragorn X Reader]

A.N: sooo this is THE SPICIEST thing I have ever written....though a lil piece of it is from my fanfic TLLOTS. AnyWHO....yup here it is.

Request: not really, but encouraged by aragornswife

Pairing: Aragorn X Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is a dúnedain Ranger who is acquainted with Aragorn. Things get spicyyyy.

Word Count: 2,258

Warnings: violence/war, nudity, spicy, NO smut but like maybe 18+?? Read at your discretion I suppose??

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You Moron!

(Y/N) couldn't tell if the loud echo that followed her was from her heart or the stomping orcs on her tail. But there was one thing she knew for sure, she wouldn't be able to outrun them forever—not at this rate at least. She sprinted in the dense forest, weaving and twisting her way between tall trees and broken branches. Her tangled locks had come loose long ago from the braid that normally held them taught, but she cared not for fear had taken hold. Her breath was heavy and cheeks flushed as she desperately inhaled the cold autumn air; nevertheless, hot adrenaline flooded through her blood while her leather boots slammed into the hardened soil. (Y/N)'s fingers gripped the hilt of her steel sword tightly before she sent a side glance at the man sprinting approximately twenty feet to her left. He caught her eye and dipped his head slightly, signaling that he too had the same thought. Without hesitation she spun on her feet and swung her steel hard.

The world seemed to exist at a slower pace as (Y/N)'s blade cut through the neck of the first vile beast. But as soon as the loud thud of the bleeding corpse sounded, time snapped back quickly—like a stick braking under a well worn boot.

The female dúnedain ducked as a rusted scythe came at her head. She spun quickly and kicked the creature's feet out from under him. His ugly form thudded loudly into the rigid soil, but that did not deter him. The orc snarled in anger, reached up with his weapon, and slashed at her midsection. (Y/N) jumped back instantly, but she was a little too late to be completely clear of the blow. A quiet hiss escaped her throat for the blade had just nicked her hip—could've been worse she supposed, but it still infuriated her. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes and growled at him before ramming her foot onto his chest, knocking him back down. Without hesitation, she imbedded her blade into the beast's heart. Black blood squirted and sprayed into her face but she cared not—it was war. The young warrior ripped her weapon from the orc's body just in time to clash blades with yet another. Their arms battled for dominance until one gave way—and it wasn't hers.

(Y/N) cut through orc after orc, not faltering once. It wasn't long until there was only one enemy left, which was currently being taken care of by her comrade. She watched for a moment as the two danced around each other's blades, careful not to get cut. She exhaled a frustrated breath for such cautiousness took too long. The art of death should be quick at the very least.

(Y/N) bit her lip while debating whether to assist him or not. Surely he would be annoyed if she did, but there no time for dillydallying. The young woman sprinted straight towards the creature. She leaped up onto its shoulders from behind and roughly yanked its scraggly hair. With the beast's head pulled back, she slash across his throat—black blood spraying onto the male ranger before her. As the limp corpse began to cripple, (Y/N) twisted her body and flipped over the creature, summer-saluting to ease her fall. When she looked up from her position on the ground, she was met with raised eyebrows and crossed arms.

"I had it."

(Y/N) shrugged, "Sure you did, Strider."

The male in front of her rolled his grey eyes before taking her hand and pulling her back to her feet.