It was at the battle of
Helm’s deep; Saruman’s army of Orc’s and Uruk-hai were getting closer and
closer to the gate the separated the innocent from the evil. No one knew that
you were a woman, and you intended for no one to find out. This was a battle
for men; people who could fend for themselves. Well you were one of those people.
It was no lie that you were horrified of what was to come, but as your father
had taught you, “faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens” your
faith was important to you and you were not about to say goodbye without
putting up a fight.
To comfort yourself you
thought of your childhood home in Rivendell and all your childhood friends,
many of which I grant you were elves, but there was one in particular who stood
out among the rest; Aragorn. He much like yourself was orphaned from war and
was raised by the elves that lived there. You often played together in the
royal gardens as young children, to then later be lovingly scolded by Lord
Elrond. You also trained with swords and bows that Lindir had lent the two of
you as long as you both promised to behave.
As you two began to get
older, you both started to notice deeper feelings for one another. It made you
feel ashamed and embarrassed. How could Isildur’s heir, king of Gondor, return
the same affections for you? Although you hadn’t known it, you were sent away
to live with the elves of Lothlorien days before Aragorn could confess his
feelings towards you.
The roar of enraged
cave trolls brought you back to the calamitous battle that was going on around
you. You heard a loud battle cry come afar and knew that it was your time to
fight. You unsheathed your sword and pierced it into the chest of an orc that
was climbing up a heavy iron latter. When most of the orcs were slain from the
top of the gate, you decided to go out to the keep and help to destroy the
Uruk-hai before they could enter into the city.
You slayed as many of
the foul beasts as you could, but you were becoming exhausted and you did not
know how much longer you could last; and that’s when it struck you. A large
cave troll’s mace sent you flying into the stone wall, as you let out a loud
cry of pain.
Aragorn pulled his
blade from the orc as he heard a scream of agony. There is only one person he
knew who had that scream and he could not believe his ears. He ran in the
direction of the cry and found a man suited in armor being cornered in by an infuriated
cave troll. This did not make sense to him; it could not possibly be her… it
could not possibly be (Y/N).
Once the cave troll was
killed Aragorn ran to the body that now lay limply up against the wall. As he
turned the person over his eyes widened in shock and they began to tear.
“(Y/N)…” He breathed.
“Aragorn, I’m sorry…I was afraid…” You said as tears streamed down your face.
“U-moe edaved (Y/N), everyone is
afraid of battle, we will survive this.” He said searching your face for some
kind of hope.
“U bedin o gurth ne dagor” You said as your eyes began to close.
“O man pedich?” He said worriedly.
“Loving you…Noro…save the others” You
strained as it hurt to speak.
“I will not leave you to die (Y/N), Ci
velethril nin” Aragorn said as he picked you up bridal style and carried
you to the somewhat safety of the city walls, vowing to never let you leave him
U-moe edaved (there is nothing to forgive) U
bedin o gurth ne dagor (it is not death in battle that I speak) O
man pedich? (What do you speak of?) Noro(run) Ci
velethril nin (you are my love – to a female)
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