Droplets
Author: Linda Hoyland/Raksha the Demon
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
This drabble is co authored with Raksha
Aragorn had heard tales of the sea, but could never have imagined its size! Blue waters stretched out until they seemed to touch the sky. The waves broke frothy crests upon the sand, tireless steeds of Ulmo.
He gazed at that distant horizon. Somewhere out there, far to the West, his ancestors' land had fallen beneath those blue waters. And still farther westward lay the forbidden shores of Valinor.
For a moment he stood lost in wistful thought, wondering what might have been.
Aragorn grasped a pebble and cast it into the waves. Then he walked away without looking back.
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn,Gilraen
Rating: G
“It’s magic, naneth!” Estel exclaimed, gazing in wonder at Lake Nenuial.
The setting sun was reflected as a crimson ball of flame within the waters.
“Our people lived here long ago,” said Gilraen. “That is why I asked Master Elrond to bring us here that you might see it. Wait until the moon and stars come out. The water will turn silver while the stars’ reflections will twinkle like diamonds upon the water.”
“I’d like to build a house and live here when I’m grown up,” said Estel.
Gilraen smiled wistfully. Maybe you will, son,” she said. “Maybe you will.”
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Long had I desired to look upon the carven faces of Elendil’s sons. The sight did not disappoint me. For a moment my heart soared. I, Elendil’s heir was returning.
Then the enormity of my heritage and our
mission seized me. Gandalf had fallen, Denethor would scarce welcome me, and should I not accompany Frodo even to the very heart of Mordor?
Sometimes
the heaviness of the burden laid upon me almost crushes me. But I am
not like a leaf floating in the water, with no power to resist the
current. The river leads me onward to my destiny.
Remembering - Fountain
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn
Rating: PG
On the anniversary of his coronation Aragorn, together with his Queen, would visit the Court of the Fountain where the White Tree bloomed.
This year the blossom was especially fair. The fountain sparkled in the sunshine. The King knew he was most blessed.
Suddenly with a pang, Aragorn recalled those lost to him, Halbarad and his mother, now beyond the circles of the world, while he was forever parted from the Ring- Bearers far across the sundering seas.
His cheeks felt moist. He blinked. Was it mingled tears of joy and sorrow, or spray from the fountain upon his face?
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn,Halbarad
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Dedicated to
Soaked to the skin after a night guarding the Dúnedain village borders against Orc attacks, Aragorn and Halbarad made their weary way homewards. The rain had yielded to a fine spring morning. The newly washed earth smelled fresh. Tight buds had bust forth and opened overnight. The trees sparkled in the morning sunlight.
Carefree children played in the puddles, splashing each other and shrieking with glee.
Aragorn paused and watched them, a smile hovering on his lips. This was what they was fighting for; that trees might blossom and little ones play happily. Such rewards made all the hardships worthwhile.
Author: Linda Hoyland/Raksha the Demon
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn,Halbarad
Rating: G
Warnings: none
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rakshathedemon As a child, Aragorn had loved the winter. Snow had deepened the magic of Rivendell, blanketing fields and forests and buildings in its fair white mantle. The icicles on the trees had glistened and sparkled so beautifully in the winter sunlight! Hot drinks sipped by a roaring fire followed gleeful games played outdoors.
Not so, now. A cave gave Aragorn and Halbarad scant shelter as they huddled under its ice-streaked ceiling. Outside, the pitiless winter sky threatened another blizzard. Inside, the men shivered by their meagre fire. Those pretty snowflakes that swirled upon the wind were deadlier than most mortal foes.