Post by Admin on Jan 9, 2021 20:22:35 GMT
Author: Archeress of Silwerbow
Summary; Throughout his life Aragorn plays many roles, though always as one alone. But each role is but a fraction of his true self.
Rating: K
“You are the last of that bloodline, there is no other”
He sighed inside, Elrond was correct. So correct But then he would be said a small voice, He has known your bloodline since its very founding, do you forget your forefather Tar-Minyatar was his twin?”
Aragorn shook his head “I am one alone in a great sea of mortals.” He looked up “Why is this path mine Ada? Why can you not take it? Or Dan or Ro, you all share more blood with the old kings of Numenor than I?”
Elrond shook his head “I may be Elros’ twin, but only you are descended from Elendil, Estel”
Estel, the name that was part of him
One hope
“Adar.” The tone of Elladan’s quiet voice made the elf lord turn quickly to face his son. The younger Elf’s face was pale, his mouth and eyes showing strain.
“What has happened?”
His son spread his hands helplessly “We fought… We protected him, but it wasn’t enough…
“Arathorn is dead?”
Elladan nodded “An arrow through the eye, it didn’t kill immediately but it was enough.”
“The child?”
“We brought him here, and Gilraen too.”
Elrond nodded “You did well” He started to walk, taking long strides close to running. With Elladan trotting behind they hurried to the courtyard. There waiting for them where three horses, one carrying a grey eyed woman. With a brief nod to his son Elrond approached and took the bundle she held, allowing her to leap neatly to the ground
“Ni nûr anlen Gilraen”
“Thank you Lord Elrond, for your hospitality” She bowed her head and he saw a tear drip from her cheek
“Gilraen… You will be safe here, both of you.” He looked down at the bundle, seeing a second pair of grey eyes blinking at him. “Come inside”
In the hall Elrond found Erestor already waiting with cups of wine on the table. As soon as they were seated the chief counsellor discreetly slipped away. Elrond shifted the boy into a more comfortable position in his arms before speaking, slowly considering his words “Gilraen, you will be protected here, as well as any of us are… But the boy, his identity must not be known.”
She glared at him “So, the orcs take my husband, force me to be separated from my family and now you would take my child!”
“No Gilraen, I would never do that, never… and he will know of his heritage in time” He looked at the woman “But you must understand, someone is commanding these orcs, I fear Sauron’s power grows once more. The boy is in danger as long as he is known for Isildur’s heir”
Gilrean looked at him “So we must change his name?”
Elrond nodded “Until the time is right for him to know…” He gently stroked the boy’s forehead “Sleep well Estel”.
One chieftain
“Hail lord” All around the campfire rose as a figure approached
“How many times kinsmen?” Came the weary voice “How many times? Call me Aragorn or else simply friend.” The figure sank down by the fireside and pushed back his hood “I am no more than any of you, and considerably less than all.”
“Sir, You are the son of Arathorn, and grandson of Arador, you are our leader, our chieftain. You rule us.”
Aragorn looked at the speaker “Halbarad, please… I did not ask for this blood in my veins. I do not ask for this destiny or responsibly. Will you not make it any harder for me that it already is?”
Everyone flinched, dropping their heads in shame and murmuring apologies. Aragorn smiled gently “Peace friends I didn’t intend to hurt you, I let my feelings get the better of me. Something no leader should do.”
“But one all are guilty of. Fear not Aragorn, all of us here are kin in thought if not in blood, we’ll stand with you.”
One healer
“Please my lord” An old woman stood at the door of the hobbit’s room. He gestured for her to speak “Please my lord, would you be able to do anything for Lord Faramir? He was wounded attempting to retake Osgiliath and fades.”
He rose to his feet, healer efficiency taking control of his mind once more “Take me to him”. The woman led him to another room, as plain as the one he had left apart from several more chairs around the bed. On his enquiring look she explained “Faramir has many friends, even if he does not know it. He is well loved in this land Sire”
He nodded, moving to place one hand on the other man’s forehead. Taking a deep breath, he let himself go
“Faramir?”
“Who’s there? A little boy’s voice answered, shaking with nerves “Who is that?”
“I am… He paused what could he say? “I am Elessar, I’ve come to bring you home.”
“Elessar”
He felt a hand in his, then gradually allowed himself to drift back to consciousness.
A weak voice spoke from the bed
“Sire you called me, what does the king command? “
He rose to his feet “Walk no more in the shadows but awake.” A rustle at the doorway made him turn. Seeing shadows he flipped up his hood. Imrahil entered and sat down, studiously ignoring him. Sensing that this was a time for family, he slipped away
One King
He almost felt the air as Gandalf’s arms lifted the crown high. Then gently as a breath it was sitting on his brow. So light in itself, but he felt a great weight settle on his shoulders. Responsibility, an even greater amount than when he was simply a chief of the rangers.
He turned, accepting the people’s cheers, though his next words attempted to rebuff them. But when he sang for them, the same song that Elendil had sung all those years before, he realised he was accepting the role, marking himself once and forever as the King on Gondor.
Yet the role he had played as chieftain of the Dunedain was still a part of him, as much as his healing power, and as much as his elven heritage and fostering. Each was a fraction, a part of himself that made the whole.
Translations
Ni nûr anlen= I am sad for you
Summary; Throughout his life Aragorn plays many roles, though always as one alone. But each role is but a fraction of his true self.
Rating: K
“You are the last of that bloodline, there is no other”
He sighed inside, Elrond was correct. So correct But then he would be said a small voice, He has known your bloodline since its very founding, do you forget your forefather Tar-Minyatar was his twin?”
Aragorn shook his head “I am one alone in a great sea of mortals.” He looked up “Why is this path mine Ada? Why can you not take it? Or Dan or Ro, you all share more blood with the old kings of Numenor than I?”
Elrond shook his head “I may be Elros’ twin, but only you are descended from Elendil, Estel”
Estel, the name that was part of him
One hope
“Adar.” The tone of Elladan’s quiet voice made the elf lord turn quickly to face his son. The younger Elf’s face was pale, his mouth and eyes showing strain.
“What has happened?”
His son spread his hands helplessly “We fought… We protected him, but it wasn’t enough…
“Arathorn is dead?”
Elladan nodded “An arrow through the eye, it didn’t kill immediately but it was enough.”
“The child?”
“We brought him here, and Gilraen too.”
Elrond nodded “You did well” He started to walk, taking long strides close to running. With Elladan trotting behind they hurried to the courtyard. There waiting for them where three horses, one carrying a grey eyed woman. With a brief nod to his son Elrond approached and took the bundle she held, allowing her to leap neatly to the ground
“Ni nûr anlen Gilraen”
“Thank you Lord Elrond, for your hospitality” She bowed her head and he saw a tear drip from her cheek
“Gilraen… You will be safe here, both of you.” He looked down at the bundle, seeing a second pair of grey eyes blinking at him. “Come inside”
In the hall Elrond found Erestor already waiting with cups of wine on the table. As soon as they were seated the chief counsellor discreetly slipped away. Elrond shifted the boy into a more comfortable position in his arms before speaking, slowly considering his words “Gilraen, you will be protected here, as well as any of us are… But the boy, his identity must not be known.”
She glared at him “So, the orcs take my husband, force me to be separated from my family and now you would take my child!”
“No Gilraen, I would never do that, never… and he will know of his heritage in time” He looked at the woman “But you must understand, someone is commanding these orcs, I fear Sauron’s power grows once more. The boy is in danger as long as he is known for Isildur’s heir”
Gilrean looked at him “So we must change his name?”
Elrond nodded “Until the time is right for him to know…” He gently stroked the boy’s forehead “Sleep well Estel”.
One chieftain
“Hail lord” All around the campfire rose as a figure approached
“How many times kinsmen?” Came the weary voice “How many times? Call me Aragorn or else simply friend.” The figure sank down by the fireside and pushed back his hood “I am no more than any of you, and considerably less than all.”
“Sir, You are the son of Arathorn, and grandson of Arador, you are our leader, our chieftain. You rule us.”
Aragorn looked at the speaker “Halbarad, please… I did not ask for this blood in my veins. I do not ask for this destiny or responsibly. Will you not make it any harder for me that it already is?”
Everyone flinched, dropping their heads in shame and murmuring apologies. Aragorn smiled gently “Peace friends I didn’t intend to hurt you, I let my feelings get the better of me. Something no leader should do.”
“But one all are guilty of. Fear not Aragorn, all of us here are kin in thought if not in blood, we’ll stand with you.”
One healer
“Please my lord” An old woman stood at the door of the hobbit’s room. He gestured for her to speak “Please my lord, would you be able to do anything for Lord Faramir? He was wounded attempting to retake Osgiliath and fades.”
He rose to his feet, healer efficiency taking control of his mind once more “Take me to him”. The woman led him to another room, as plain as the one he had left apart from several more chairs around the bed. On his enquiring look she explained “Faramir has many friends, even if he does not know it. He is well loved in this land Sire”
He nodded, moving to place one hand on the other man’s forehead. Taking a deep breath, he let himself go
“Faramir?”
“Who’s there? A little boy’s voice answered, shaking with nerves “Who is that?”
“I am… He paused what could he say? “I am Elessar, I’ve come to bring you home.”
“Elessar”
He felt a hand in his, then gradually allowed himself to drift back to consciousness.
A weak voice spoke from the bed
“Sire you called me, what does the king command? “
He rose to his feet “Walk no more in the shadows but awake.” A rustle at the doorway made him turn. Seeing shadows he flipped up his hood. Imrahil entered and sat down, studiously ignoring him. Sensing that this was a time for family, he slipped away
One King
He almost felt the air as Gandalf’s arms lifted the crown high. Then gently as a breath it was sitting on his brow. So light in itself, but he felt a great weight settle on his shoulders. Responsibility, an even greater amount than when he was simply a chief of the rangers.
He turned, accepting the people’s cheers, though his next words attempted to rebuff them. But when he sang for them, the same song that Elendil had sung all those years before, he realised he was accepting the role, marking himself once and forever as the King on Gondor.
Yet the role he had played as chieftain of the Dunedain was still a part of him, as much as his healing power, and as much as his elven heritage and fostering. Each was a fraction, a part of himself that made the whole.
Translations
Ni nûr anlen= I am sad for you