Chapter 3: Gondor Calls For Aid
Summary: Aragorn suspects the worse, but still hopes you survived.
Notes: For anyone that doesn’t know, Aragorn went by Estel in Rivendell, which is Sindarin for Hope.
He awoke with a start, the edges of the nightmare still lingering. Night after night he watched you fall over the edge on the warg. Watched him fail to save you. Haunted him more than Helm’s Deep.
Aragorn couldn’t help it. The guilt of not being able to save you would haunt him for the rest of his long life. A part of him desperately hoped you were still alive, but as each day passed, the hope grew smaller and smaller.
A soldier stepped into his tent at the moment, hesitating at the sight of fear in Aragorn’s eyes. “Sir?”
Aragorn tried to catch his breath as he looked towards the voice.
“King Theoden awaits you, my lord.”
Aragorn calmed his nerves and made himself as presentable as possible before heading to King Theoden’s tent. But when he entered, he found the king sitting across a black hooded figure.
The king rose to his feet. “I take my leave.”
Aragorn looked after the king in confusion before turning back to the hooded figure, who revealed himself as the elf who raised him.
“My Lord Elrond.” A slight bow of his head to show respect to his father figure.
“I come on behalf of my kind, who wish to help the Fate of Man.” Elrond studied his former ward for a moment. “You are grieving.”
It was stated as Elrond had long since learned to read the expressions of the man before him, and Aragorn learned long ago he could never hide his thoughts from Elrond. “We lost ____ on the road to Helm’s Deep. They went over a cliff while attached to a warg. They saved my life.”
“You believe them dead?” Sadness touched Elrond’s eyes. He was fond of you and had enjoyed the times Aragorn had brought you to Rivendell.
“I- I do not know. For the safety of the others, we could not spare time looking for them.”
Elrond nodded his head. “Elladan and Elrohir are with me. I will send them ahead to look for them. If we find their body, we will give them a proper burial in Rivendell. If they are alive, we will tend to them.”
“Thank you, Lord Elrond,” Aragorn bowed his head again.
Elrond then began to explain to Aragorn why he was there, that Sauron’s shadow had grown. Apart from the direct attack on Minas Tirith, a fleet of Corsair ships sailed from the south to hit the river.
“You’re outnumbered, Aragorn. You need more men.”
“There are none.”
Elrond measured his next words carefully. “There are those who dwell in the mountain.”
“Those men are traitors. They answer to no one.”
“They will answer to the King of Gondor,” and with those words, Elrond moved his cloak to reveal Narsil. Now re-forged into Anduril, the Flame of the West.
After a few more moments with Elrond, Aragorn accepted his birthright and planned to leave for the Dimholt.
Aragorn prepared his horse, wishing desperately that you were with him. While he appreciated Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir joining him, it would be you that would ease his nerves at a time like this. A subtle joke about using the dead or about Elrond finally forcing Aragorn’s birthright upon him. That smile upon your face as the words left your mouth so he would know - as he always did - that you never meant any malice towards him or his kin. And he would laugh.
Oh, how he needed a laugh. Or better yet, to see you alive.
Elrond’s sons didn’t think they would have much luck in locating you. But for Aragorn, they were willing to look all night if need be. Their father would be joining them once he was done in the Rohan camp.
Elladan searched along the banks of the river while Elrohir searched directly under the cliff. It was the only one high enough on the path between Rohan and Helm’s Deep that could have been the site of the battle. The other evidence was the scattering of Orc weapons.
For hours they searched, well into the night, even with Elrond’s help. They were beginning to lose hope when a familiar voice caught their attention. If it wasn’t for the advanced hearing of the Elves, the sound would have been missed.
“Is anyone there? Please, I need help.”
“Ada!” Elladan’s cry rang out. The other two Elves looked up to see the first one sprinting down the river bank.
Soon, all three Elves stood over your beaten form as you continued to crawl across the ground unaware you were no longer alone. They couldn’t believe you were alive!
Elrond crouched next to your body and laid a gentle hand on your shoulder. “It is all right, ____. You are safe now.”
“Lord Elrond?” You croaked out.
“It is a miracle you are still alive. How have you managed?”
You went to answer, but a coughing fit took over. So Elrond nodded towards his boys who gently picked up your body. You were laid across one of the horses before they began to discuss what to do with you.
“We must get her back to Rivendell, Ada,” Elrohir stated.
“Any other time I would agree with you. But they are so weak from their fall and surviving out here so many days alone, they will not make the journey.”
Elladan sighed, “but we cannot take them to Gondor. War hits the city in two days.”
“Then we should take them to Edoras,” Elrohir concluded. “King Theoden would not begrudge us use of their healing halls for one that tried to protect his people and the future King of Gondor.”
Elrond pressed his lips together. He did not like the idea of imposing on another leader, but your fate grew more and more uncertain with each passing moment. “Then take her now to Edoras. I will ride back to inform the king of our intentions.”
The boys nodded in agreement before one climbed onto the horse with you to hold secure. Both took off as quickly as an arrow as Elrond raced back the way he came.
Dawn was breaking as he walked back into the camp and the soldiers around him were quickly breaking everything down so they could continue on their march to Gondor. Elrond made his way quickly until he was before the King of Rohan.
The king looked up, started to see the Elf-lord back so quickly. “Lord Elrond, we did not expect to see you so soon.”
“We have found the ranger ____. They are alive, but barely. The closest, safest location to take them to heal is Edoras. We seek your permission to ask your people for help.”
“Of course! I am grateful to know they are alive. I will send one of my men with you to show where everything is that you may need. Should- should I inform Aragorn?”
Elrond sighed as he contemplated those words. He knew grief had weighed the future king down, but if anything were to go wrong….
“No, do not speak a word of this to anyone else. We believe they may survive, but if the worse were to come Aragorn cannot have that sorrow weigh his heart until the Ring has been destroyed.”
King Theoden bowed his head. “As you wish, Lord Elrond. Allow me to fetch my man to escort you.”
Soon, Elrond was racing across the Rohan hoping he would reach you in time. He had given the world hope in the form of Aragorn. But now it was Aragorn - who Elrond had affectionately nicknamed Estel - who would need the hope.
And he would do everything in his powers to give him that.
The Ranger & The King
a requested continuation of jiang cheng’s re-written golden core exchange
“you’ve diverged from the righteous path...”
this line from anyone, anyone else, would have hurt less
but when you look up
see your husband’s, Jiang Cheng’s disappointed eyes on you,
the dark energy from demonic cultivation feels heavier, darker,
than it normally does
you don’t know what to say to him, your thoughts muddled between control of yourself and control of the darkness that’s been beside you these few months
“so this is why you haven’t been practicing with me, haven’t let me hold your sword...” Jiang Cheng continues on
he paces back and forth in your shared bedroom,
although you are standing beside him,
you feel cornered, the anger and sadness of your cultivation melding too closely with your own emotions,
“you kept something so big from me; how could you? how has this affected your golden core?” Jiang Cheng asks,
question after question
that you cannot answer
you had started demonic cultivation as means to aid, to continue to cultivate with Jiang Cheng once he was recovered from your golden core transfer
but you hadn’t realized
how draining the cultivation method would be
how much it would take from you
you find it silly now, that you are surprised by its detrimental effects
it is demonic after all,
you are demonic now, anyways
his hand barely grazes your wrist
but you flinch away, taking a few stumbling steps backwards
these past few months you’ve found it harder to cry, be emotionally in tune with yourself
found it harder to accept the touches of people on your skin, fearful they’d figure out what the ice coldness of your skin is from
Jiang Cheng stares at your reaction, a muted hurt in his eyes that he doesn’t quite voice, not when you suddenly speak up
“don’t touch me,” you tell him,
you move your stare from the floor to meet his eyes,
somehow, Jiang Cheng realizes he sees less and less of you; more of something else entirely
you don’t spare him a look, leaving the room
but as the doors of the bedchambers close, you really feel most angry about yourself
Jiang Cheng must never know that you had given up your golden core to him,
and if his hatred is the price to pay
so be it
a lone, warm tear, drops down your face as you walk away, out to the pier
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Chapter 2: The Ride From Rohan
Summary: The road to Helm’s Deep is dangerous. Will you all make it there in one piece?
Notes: LoTR speed run 🤣
The forest was darker than you had ever seen. It was as if light could not penetrate the branches above. Gimli touched a leave nearby, sniffing his hand and then spitting.
Aragorn and Legolas leaped easily over a stream while you stayed near Boromir as you looked around on the other side. The ranger knelt down and touched the ground.
“These are strange tracks. ___, come look at these.”
You and Boromir joined him on the other side of the stream, with Gimli close behind.
The dwarf’s growling voice was next to you. “The air is so close in here.”
Looking at the tracks, your brows furrowed. “What creature could have made these?”
“This forest is old,” Legolas stated up ahead. “Very old. Full of memory.”
There was an odd groaning noise that made you and Aragorn lookup.
“And anger,” Legolas finished.
More groaning caused Gimli to pull out his ax.
“The trees are speaking to each other!” Legolas turned towards the group, his eyes wide.
“Gimli,” you hissed, “put down your ax.”
Legolas began to tell Gimli how the elves started teaching the trees to speak, which Gimli found ridiculous. But before he could counter, a sound caught the elf’s attention. He spoke quickly to Aragorn in Sindarin, forgetting that the only one who didn’t understand was Gimli.
“What do you mean, ‘someone is out there’?” Boromir questioned.
Legolas turned to look at him in shock and you scoffed. “Greenleaf, Boromir is from Gondor. Their first language is Sindarin. And Aragorn taught me. The only one still in the dark is Gimli.”
“What do you see?” Aragorn asked, ignoring your sass.
Legolas turned his attention back to the forest. “The White Wizard approaches.”
You could feel the air changing as Aragorn whispered a warning to your group to remain safe. Everyone slowly got their weapons ready, the sound of blades unsheathing the only sound now in the forest.
“We must be quick,” Aragorn commanded.
Your group spun in a flash, weapons drawn. But it made no difference as a blinding white light shattered Legolas’s arrow and made the steel weapons so hot you were forced to drop your daggers.
“You are tracking the footsteps of two young Hobbits,” the White Wizard spoke.
“Where are they?” Aragorn demanded.
“They passed this way the day before yesterday. They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?”
Why was the voice so familiar?
“Who are you?” You questioned.
“Show yourself!” Aragorn cried out.
The light slowly dimmed to reveal a lost friend. Your group was awed into silence.
Gandalf stood before you as if he had never fallen to the Balrog. Only now he was Gandalf the White.
As your group moved back out of the forest, Gandalf explained how he defeated the Balrog and what happened to him afterward. How he died but was sent back, to be what Saruman was supposed to be. And most importantly, where Merry and Pippin could be found. Safely with the Ents.
As your group rode towards Rohan - Gandalf on a horse named Shadowfax - Gandalf would ride separately at times with Aragorn to speak with him. You couldn’t hear the whispers, but you knew it had to do with Aragorn’s birthright. You had told him your first night outside Rivendell, that he would have to embrace who he was if Middle Earth was ever going to stand a chance at surviving.
Arriving at Rohan was not an easy task. Saruman had a hold on King Theoden and it took a strong spell from Gandalf to free him once more. But the joy of freeing the king was short-lived as soon after there was a funeral for his son who had fallen while Theoden was captive.
With the orcs came others from the Race of Man who pledged their loyalty to Saruman, driving farmers from their homes. Gandalf advised Theoden to ride out and meet the army, leading the enemy away from the women and children.
But Theoden had other plans. “We will empty the city and make for Helm’s Deep.”
This decision did not sit well with your group.
“Helm’s Deep,” Gimli growled. “They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight.”
“He is right,” Boromir chimed in. “Who will defend them if not their king?”
“He is only doing what he thinks is best for his people,” Aragorn stated. “Helm’s Deep has saved them in the past.”
“There is no way out of that ravine,” Gandalf contradicted. “Theoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he’s leading them into safety. What they will get is a massacre.”
“So what do we do?” You questioned.
“The defenses have to hold.” He mounted Shadowfax. “Look for my coming on the dawn of the fifth day. Look to the east.”
“I guess that means we also ride for Helm’s Deep,” Boromir sighed.
You helped the people in the city gather what belongings they could hold before mounting your own horse as everyone rode out of the city gates. The ride was long, winding through the mountains, and you, Aragorn, and Boromir rode up and down the line of people to make sure everyone would arrive safely.
Midway through the second day of travel, two soldiers from the rear of the train came riding up fast. The soldiers always took turns riding out ahead to ensure the safety of the path.
But the two had barely rounded the corner when you heard one scream. Legolas and Aragorn ran up to see what had happened. You had barely ridden up next to Boromir when you heard Legolas call over the hill.
Aragorn came racing back over the hill. “Warg! We’re under attack!”
You and Boromir wasting no time in drawing your swords as Gimli struggled to get on Legolas’ horse. Eowyn was nearby and you called out to her.
“Get everyone out of here! You are a Shield Maiden. Keep them safe.”
“I can fight!”
“That is why you must stay with them! They need your protection.”
She glared at you but understood and leaped atop her horse to lead everyone to Helm’s Deep.
“Follow me!” Theoden cried out and your group rode off with his soldiers.
Legolas was shooting as many wargs down as he could before he climbed onto his horse with Gimli. The two groups collided and your sword was soon covered in orc blood. Chaos ruled the area and you had a hard time keeping track of your group.
Suddenly, a warg tackled Aragorn off his horse. You didn’t even think twice as you jumped from yours onto the back of the warg. The orc was the epitome of rage as you both began to fight.
Far behind, you could hear Aragorn shouting your name.
The orc hit you and you fell off the warg, but your hand got caught in the harness. Using it to your advantage, you swung your body up and stabbed the orc with your sword. Both fell off the warg and now you struggled to free yourself from the harness.
You pulled out a dagger and began to cut at the leather strap, but Aragorn’s voice distracted you.
Turning your head, you could see the warg was racing straight towards a cliff, not even trying to slow down.
As you plunged over the edge, you could hear Aragorn cry out your name.
The Ranger & The King
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Chapter 26: The Imposter
Summary: You meet Steve’s replacement......and it’s not Sam.
Notes: I had other plans for Glass, but then Marvel went and dragged Walker in from the comics and Glass wasn’t having that bullshit. My hands were tied.
No idea if I’ll involve Zemo at some point.
Also, fuck post Endgame timeline now 🤣.
You watched the news as the US Government prepared to make a big announcement. There was a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach as the camera panned over the crowd. You didn’t know how to feel when Sam had turned over Cap’s shield to the Smithsonian. It felt wrong to see it behind glass, to be constantly reminded of who you lost. But you weren’t sure if you could have handled anyone else wielding it. Even if it was Sam.
A man approached a podium and began to speak:
“Unrest, in the wake of recent events has left us vulnerable. Every day Americans feel it. While we love heroes who put their lives on the line to defend Earth, we also need a hero to defend this country.”
Oh, they better not be doing what I think they’re doing, you wondered as anger began to fill you.
“We need a real person who embodies America’s greatest values. We need someone to inspire us again, someone who can be a symbol for all of us.”
Oh, I am gonna kill whoever thought this was a good idea. Bet it was that fuckhead, Thaddeus, your anger now radiating in the form of a glow around your body.
“So, on behalf of the Department of Defense and our Commander-in-Chief, it is with great honor that we announce here today that the United States of America has a new hero. Join me in welcoming your new Captain America.”
Some asshole in a Dollar Store version of Steve’s suit came walking out, waving to the crowd, and carrying Steve’s shield!
It’s official, you growled. Some motherfucker was going to die for this disrespect.
Sam walked around the air force facility looking for Torres to catch up on the latest Flag-Smasher intel when he came across another poster.
CAP IS BACK
And beneath those words was the name, John Walker, with the man in question behind the words in the new suit, holding Steve’s shield.
Sam thought he had done the right thing by turning the shield over to the museum. He didn’t feel right trying to take Steve’s place and that had nothing to do with fearing your wraith. There was only one Captain America and he went back to his time.
But for the government to disrespect that decision and give it to someone else - someone who Cap never would have picked - felt like a slap in the face. Though Sam wasn’t surprised. Of course, they would pass him up over some basic copy of Steve. A black Captain America? The government wasn’t ready for that. Add in the fact that they clearly wanted someone they could control - since Steve, Sam, and Bucky were anything but that - and it’s no surprise the government also didn’t pick from the Avengers’ pool.
Then there was you. He knew you had to have seen the announcement by now and he was unsure what to do. Warn them? What could they do against an omega-level mutant that just saw the love of her life replaced as if he was some background character in a show? Sam knew you would come for Walker, it was just a matter of when. Hopefully, Bucky would answer his phone before then.
Torres walked up as Sam was lost in thought. “You met him?”
Sam slightly shook his head as he chased those thoughts away.
“No.” Then he changed the subject so he wouldn’t show his worry and fear. “Thanks for doing this on such short notice.”
Torres noticed, but let it go, figuring Sam was just missing his friend and nothing more. He followed Sam as he went down the stairs to the main level.
“Shouldn’t have given up the shield.” A voice called out.
Sam sighed. “Good to see you too, Buck.”
“This is wrong.”
“Hey, hey I’m working. All right? So all this outrage is gonna have to wait.”
“It’s not just my outrage,” Bucky’s words made Sam turn to face him. “Did you hear what happen to Quentin Beck?”
Sam sighed again and looked around to make sure no one was standing real close. “Yeah, I did. But what are we gonna do? Steve’s gone, Tony retired, Thor is in space, Vision is dead, Wanda is off having a crisis over everyone she lost and almost dying at the hands of her former teammates, and Peter is just a kid. Who are we supposed to gather to stop her?”
“What about the X-Men?”
“Xavier’s afraid to send anyone on his team after her. The only one willing to try is Logan and apparently, he hasn’t had any luck in tracking her down.”
“So what do we do now?”
“Right now, I still have a job to do.”
“I’m coming with you.”
After a failed mission in Munich and a tense run-in with the new Captain America, Bucky and Sam boarded a plane home and had an equally tense flight. Before Bucky could storm off, once the plane landed, Sam grabbed his arm and guided him away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Bucky pulled his arm away.
“After all that, we a drink and to talk. Let’s go, Cyborg.”
“God, I hate you.” But he let Sam lead him to his car and to a quiet apartment.
Inside, Sam handed Bucky a beer before settling against a counter. “Do you think we were wrong?”
“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific than that, Sam.” Bucky took a seat at the table.
“To not warn Walker.”
Bucky chewed on the words as he took another sip. “No, I don’t.”
“Listen, I don’t like the guy either-”
Bucky shook his head. “This has nothing to do with whether or not we like Walker. This has everything to do with Glass. Haven’t you wondered why Stark never put out an official statement saying what happened to her? Or Beck and his team?”
Sam paused in his actions over Bucky’s words. Why hadn’t Stark released a statement about Glass?
“It’s because of Steve. He knows damn well Steve would fight to bring her back.”
“Like he did with you.”
Bucky sighed. “Exactly. But we need help.”
Sam smirked. “I’m all ears.”
But just like the mission in Munich, it was a fail as well and ended with Bucky and Sam in a mandated therapy session back at the police station. After a weird staring contest, Sam berated the therapist and left, Bucky on his heels.
“So what now?” Bucky stopped Sam.
Before he could answer, cop lights and sirens went off a few feet away. There stood Walker with his partner, leaning against a cop car.
“Gentlemen,” Walker waved them over, and grudgingly they came close. “Good to see you again.”
Bucky and Sam remained silent.
“Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.”
No, you don’t stand a chance, Bucky thought, bitterly. Especially parading around as Pretend Cap.
Sam rolled his eyes. “So whatcha got?”
“Well, the leader’s name’s Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.”
His partner spoke up. “They geotagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.”
Walker took over. “We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps.”
Bucky cut in. “Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since The Blip. So I guess you’ll have to look real hard.”
“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?”
“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?”
“No, we don’t, Bucky. It’s only a matter of time before we find out.”
It was Sam who jumped in. “Time is the one thing you don’t have, Walker. Ever since you put that suit on, you’ve had a target on your back.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Bucky looked at Sam before deciding to bite the bullet. “It means you’re on your own. There’s someone who is beyond pissed you tried to take this mantle and we won’t be killed over guilty-by-association.”
Walker didn’t understand the warning being issued and mistook it for a threat. “A word of advice then. Stay the hell out of my way.”
Bucky smirked. “Gladly. It’ll mean we stay alive.”
Walker never had a chance to ask Bucky what he meant before a cop car at the back of the line lifted up into the air and was hurled down the street. People began screaming as it hit the side of the police station. Bucky and Sam barely had a chance to react before the next car lifted into the air.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bucky pulled Sam out of the path of that car as Walker and his partner ran on the other side of the road.
“Where’s my shield, Battlestar?”
“In the station!”
The shield suddenly burst through the wall and hung in the air, causing Walker to run right into it without warning. As he laid groaning on the ground, you shimmered into view on the other side of the shield.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t 99 Cent Captain America. I was wondering when our paths would finally cross.”
It took Walker a full minute for him to recognize the person in front of him, your scars throwing him off. His jaw dropped as realization hit. “Glass? Wow, you were one of my favorite Avengers! What are you doing here? I thought you went to go work with the X-Men?”
Your eyes flashed up to Sam and Bucky on the other side of the street. “Is that so?”
He began to climb to his feet. “I’m glad you’re here. Your friends over there rejected my help in catching the Flag Smashers.”
You waved a hand. “I couldn’t give two shits about some tiny group of rebels made of super soldiers. I’m not an Avenger anymore. Nor an X-Men.”
“What are you then?”
A smirk slowly crossed your face, twisted on the side with the Infinity scars. “I’m your reckoning. It’s not really your fault that the government thought they could fill Steve’s position. But, it is your fault you said yes. And I won’t abide by that.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Of course, you don’t. Not only aren’t you a super soldier like he was, but you’re nowhere near as smart.” The shield was still floating in the air and you used it to crack Walker across the face, causing him to fall to the ground. “I’m here to tell you, you’re not worthy of the title, the mantle, nor the shield.”
The shield rose high in the air and you positioned it over Walker’s neck.
“Glass, don’t!” Bucky cried out as he ran at you.
Aragorn x GN!Reader: Short story
Work Summary: Reader and Aragorn were once rangers together and join the Fellowship. But circumstances break the Fellowship up, splitting up the long-time friends. It isn’t until Aragorn’s coronation, that the two cross paths again. What will become of the pair?
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Chapter 1: The Fellowship
Summary: Constant trouble with the orcs leads to the separation of the Fellowship.
“Did you see which way the hobbits ran off to?” Thanks to your fast thinking, you had managed to cut down the Uruk-hai that was about to hit Boromir with a barrage of arrows. One still landed in his chest, but upon closer inspection, it was by his shoulder away from his lung and heart. It would hurt him, but he would survive.
Boromir coughed, “they took them. They took the little ones.”
You looked up at Legolas. “Keep an eye on him, I’ll go after the hobbits.”
“No, we need to stick together.”
“This isn’t up for debate. Only you and Aragorn know elvish medicine to ease Boromir’s pain. The more time we wait the more time we lose them.”
“Sam and Frodo went another direction. We need to retrieve the Ring Bearer first.”
Aragorn walked up at that moment and you could tell from his face he had just made a difficult decision. “You let him go.”
It wasn’t a question and you caught the elf’s attention. Legolas looked up at his long-time friend. “You mean not to follow them.”
But to your surprise, it was Boromir who coughed an answer. “The Ring will corrupt each one of us. Frodo did the right thing. I tried to take it from him and it nearly cost me my life.”
You knew it took a lot for Boromir to put his pride aside - his pride for Gondor aside - to admit what had happened. But you also couldn’t forget the rest of the Fellowship.
“Stay here. I’ll go after those orcs.”
“Those monsters will give you more trouble than you can handle alone,” Gimli pipped in. “We need to go together.”
You pointed at Boromir. “He’s in no condition to orc hunt.”
“So you think that means you can go without me?” Boromir winced as Legolas pulled the arrow out.
“Watch it, or I’ll have the elf put that back.” You snarked at the Gondorian.
He chuckled and then coughed as Legolas worked on the wound. “So what now, my King?”
No one missed the change in Boromir’s respect for Aragorn, but everyone was smart enough not to comment at that very moment. Aragorn knelt on the other side, looking at the wound himself.
“It doesn’t seem to be serious. Once you are patched up, we will leave what is not essential and hunt some orcs.”
Gimli laughed at that. “About time.”
You didn’t like having to wait to save the hobbits, but you also knew it was no use arguing with Aragorn. Or even sneaking off. Before the Fellowship, you had been rangers together and traveled a great deal over Middle Earth. You knew it almost as well as him, though he did have a fifty-year head start on you thanks to being part elf. You occasionally teased him about it, amazed he hadn’t already tried to marry an elf given where he had grown up.
He never found it funny, unlike Legolas. But that was because Legolas knew you secretly had a crush on the soon-to-be king. Which led to fighting between you and the elf when Aragorn wasn’t around as you had to remind him that kings don’t marry rangers.
So instead of trying to sneak off - because he would easily find you and make you come back - you went through the packs, pulling out anything essential and small enough for the satchels worn across the chest. By the time Boromir was ready to stand on his own, you had every bag ready for all five of you. Each took a bag and Aragorn pulled out his sword.
“Now, let’s hunt some orcs.”
Excited to finally be doing something productive, your little group dashed off in the direction the Uruk-hai ran. For three days you dashed across Middle Earth as fast as you could. Well, as fast as possible. Poor Gimli was more made for sprinting and wanted to rest more than the group was allowing for.
At one point, your group stopped to gather the trail as Legolas tried to follow with his elf eyes.
“What do you see, Legolas?” You asked as you took a sip of water from a skin.
“They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard.”
Of course. That’s where Gandalf had informed everyone Saruman was building his army. But the question remained: do you walk into the belly of the beast without help?
As the sun rose on the new day, Legolas took in your surroundings. “A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.”
He continued his dash after Aragorn and you followed, with Gimli and Boromir bringing up the rear. As Aragorn knelt to find the trail, a horse whinnied in the distance. You pulled out your dagger, but Aragorn motioned for everyone to take shelter in a rock formation. You barely made it before a large team of soldiers rode by.
Aragorn instantly recognized the banner and stood up. “Riders of Rohan! What news from The Mark?”
The horde instantly turned around at the voice and began to circle around your group. Boromir looked on in concern. “Was it such a good idea, grabbing their attention?”
The formation grew smaller, causing you to be pressed against Aragorn and Gimli. And then, there were large spears pointed at your face. Maybe Boromir was right.
One rider moved through the pack and it was clear he was their leader. “What business does an elf, a dwarf, two rangers, and a man have in the Riddlemark? Speak quickly.”
Gimli made the mistake of sassy him. “Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine.”
You didn’t even have to look at Aragorn to feel his eye roll. The man leapt off his horse and walked right up to your group.
“I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.”
Great, here it comes , you rolled your eyes this time.
You weren’t sure when the friendship between Legolas and Gimli had started, but you knew the two were very close now. And Legolas sometimes had a temper similar to his father.
He drew his arrow and had it pointed at the horde’s leader. “You would die before your stroke fell.”
“Legolas, that will not help our situation,” you muttered into his ear.
Aragorn moved in front of the elf and pushed the bow down before turning back to the leader. “I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin. Boromir, son of Denethor. And Legolas of the Woodland Realm.”
“And them,” the leader gestured at you.
“Just a ranger, but most call me _____.”
“We are friends of Rohan,” Aragorn continued, “and of Theoden, your king.”
At this, the leader grew somber. “Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin.”
Without saying a word, he looked to his men who pulled back their spears.
“Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands.” Your group exchanged looks at this as he continued. “My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished.”
You looked at Aragorn, wondering what the next move should be, but the leader wasn’t done.
“The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere, his spies slip past our nets.”
“We are no spies,” Aragorn reassured the man. “We track a party of Uruk-hai westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive.”
“The Uruks are destroyed.” Your heart sank at his words. If they are dead, where are Merry and Pippin? “We slaughtered them during the night.”
“But there were two hobbits.” Gimli’s worry was as loud as yours.
“Did you see them?” Boromir was also concerned for the little ones.
“They would be small,” you tried to keep the panic out of your voice.
“Only children to your eyes,” Aragorn added.
The man sighed. “We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them.”
At his words, Boromir took off towards the smoldering pile. You chased after him. “Boromir, wait!”
Legolas was on your heels while Gimli and Aragorn spoke some parting words to the Riders of Rohan. You were desperately looking for any sign that Merry and Pippin weren’t in the pile. When Gimli and Aragorn joined you, Gimli was the first one to spot a hobbit belt and Boromir dropped to his knees at the sight.
“It’s one of their wee belts.”
Legolas began to say a prayer in elvish while Aragorn kicked a helmet in anger. You dropped to your knees beside Boromir, not able to comprehend what had just happened. And as you looked at the ground before you, you noticed something odd.
“Aragorn, a hobbit laid here.”
He looked over at you and slowly walked over before kneeling down to take a look. He touched the ground, “and the other.”
You both went to work, carefully crawling over the land as you studying the tracks.
“They crawled,” he remarked.
You moved next to him, “their hands were bound.”
Soon, you came across the very rope, seeing where it was hastily cut against something sharp.
“Their bonds were cut. They ran over here.”
The rest of the group moved quickly to follow yours and Aragorn’s dance around the field as you traced the hobbits’ steps.
“They were followed,” you added.
“Tracks lead away from the battle,” Aragorn called as he began to jog. The rest of you jogged after him until he slowed at the treeline. “Into Fangorn Forest.”
Your group looked at the looming forest ahead and Gimli voiced what you were all thinking.
“Fangorn? What madness drove them in there?”
You weren’t sure what drove the hobbits to the forest, but you knew it was the hobbits that would drive your group into Fangorn.
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