Post by Admin on Dec 31, 2020 23:14:22 GMT
Author: ChiaraMeldis
Ranking: Third Place
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen, Elrond
Summary: The rise of a Dúnedain to earn the love of Arwen and goodwill of destiny. Will he stay in the dark?
Rating: K+ (see warning)
Warning: Referring to the death of Aragorn's mother and father but without going into detail
Aragorn merged with the shadow. He sat on a stone. Hid from the eyes of others. Not worthy. Doom. Shine or fade. Not worthy to deserve the love of a woman. Not worthy to deserve the love of Arwen. These words his foster- father Lord Elrond had said, were true. He was not worthy. Worthy... Aragorn regarded his ring. Once it was his father's. A ring to mark his linage. One ring to mark them all. He was a descendant of Isildur. Heir of the throne of Gondor. A destiny he had to fulfil if he wanted it or not. So, why was he not worthy? He took the ring off, was about to leave it in the dark but then decided otherwise and put the ring back on. He could not do that. Even if he had done it, a change would not come. He was still heir of an unwanted linage. Unwanted, because it brought doom over his family. Doom, he did not wish to have. His father, he died because of it. His mother she died because of it. He exhaled and closed his eyes. Oh, if this ring and this fate hadn't been meant for him. Aragorn hid his head behind his knees. "Ceri- baw longer linger in i gwathren, Estel (Do no longer linger in the shadow, Estel)," someone said. He lifted his head. It was Lord Elrond. His foster- father gestured him with his hand to follow. Their destination was the grave of Gilraen. His mother. "Cin know where mín are (You know where we are)," Elrond began. He slowly bowed his head. "He cannot leave i gwathren baw more. He would u- anir- i cin ceri- i same, Estel (She cannot leave the shadow no more. She would not want that you do the same, Estel)," his uncle continued. He viewed the small statue of his mother. "Im won't a yet im'm afraid (I won't and yet I'm afraid)," he then answered. Elrond laid a hand on his shoulder and left. Aragorn kneeled down and lowered his head. A draught. Someone had entered. A hand. Something was placed next to his mother's statue. Deep in thoughts, he remained motionless. "Glenn-," he heard her voice. Arwen. Aragorn opened his eyes but she was gone. Then his gaze wandered to the statue of his mother again. "Cin told nin na n- brave. A im vedui-. Cin foresaw a bright future an nin. A im ceri- believe. Cin cannot leave i gwathren hi. Im will ceri-, an ammen ui-. N- proud -o nin naneth because... Im ceri- ask cin na (You told me to be brave. And I listen. You foresaw a bright future for me. And I do believe. You cannot leave the shadow now. I will do, for us both. Be proud of me mother because... I do ask you to)," he said in a low voice. Athelas. Kingsfoil laid there. Aragorn understood. He smiled faintly. "Im estel im will ech- ui- -o cin proud (I hope I will make both of you proud)," he added, rose and left the shadow.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, did no longer linger in the dark. No more.
Ranking: Third Place
Characters: Aragorn, Arwen, Elrond
Summary: The rise of a Dúnedain to earn the love of Arwen and goodwill of destiny. Will he stay in the dark?
Rating: K+ (see warning)
Warning: Referring to the death of Aragorn's mother and father but without going into detail
Aragorn merged with the shadow. He sat on a stone. Hid from the eyes of others. Not worthy. Doom. Shine or fade. Not worthy to deserve the love of a woman. Not worthy to deserve the love of Arwen. These words his foster- father Lord Elrond had said, were true. He was not worthy. Worthy... Aragorn regarded his ring. Once it was his father's. A ring to mark his linage. One ring to mark them all. He was a descendant of Isildur. Heir of the throne of Gondor. A destiny he had to fulfil if he wanted it or not. So, why was he not worthy? He took the ring off, was about to leave it in the dark but then decided otherwise and put the ring back on. He could not do that. Even if he had done it, a change would not come. He was still heir of an unwanted linage. Unwanted, because it brought doom over his family. Doom, he did not wish to have. His father, he died because of it. His mother she died because of it. He exhaled and closed his eyes. Oh, if this ring and this fate hadn't been meant for him. Aragorn hid his head behind his knees. "Ceri- baw longer linger in i gwathren, Estel (Do no longer linger in the shadow, Estel)," someone said. He lifted his head. It was Lord Elrond. His foster- father gestured him with his hand to follow. Their destination was the grave of Gilraen. His mother. "Cin know where mín are (You know where we are)," Elrond began. He slowly bowed his head. "He cannot leave i gwathren baw more. He would u- anir- i cin ceri- i same, Estel (She cannot leave the shadow no more. She would not want that you do the same, Estel)," his uncle continued. He viewed the small statue of his mother. "Im won't a yet im'm afraid (I won't and yet I'm afraid)," he then answered. Elrond laid a hand on his shoulder and left. Aragorn kneeled down and lowered his head. A draught. Someone had entered. A hand. Something was placed next to his mother's statue. Deep in thoughts, he remained motionless. "Glenn-," he heard her voice. Arwen. Aragorn opened his eyes but she was gone. Then his gaze wandered to the statue of his mother again. "Cin told nin na n- brave. A im vedui-. Cin foresaw a bright future an nin. A im ceri- believe. Cin cannot leave i gwathren hi. Im will ceri-, an ammen ui-. N- proud -o nin naneth because... Im ceri- ask cin na (You told me to be brave. And I listen. You foresaw a bright future for me. And I do believe. You cannot leave the shadow now. I will do, for us both. Be proud of me mother because... I do ask you to)," he said in a low voice. Athelas. Kingsfoil laid there. Aragorn understood. He smiled faintly. "Im estel im will ech- ui- -o cin proud (I hope I will make both of you proud)," he added, rose and left the shadow.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, did no longer linger in the dark. No more.