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generallynerdy · 6 years

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Beautiful Sight (Aragorn X Shy!Reader)

Summary: Since she met the dashingly handsome heir of Isildur, (Y/N) has found herself positively enraptured by Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Of course, she doesn’t believe she has a chance with him at all, considering Lord Elrond’s own daughter has her sights set on winning his heart and she is far more beautiful than (Y/N) could ever aspire to be, or at least she thinks so. How could one even dream to capture the heart of an intended king when they can’t even compare to the one who holds his affections? But does Arwen truly have Aragorn’s love, or is there something that (Y/N) is missing?

Requested by anon: “ can I have a one shot of Aragorn x reader where the reader has a crush on him and doesn't feel worthy of him because she ain't as beautiful as Arwen but he actually loves her?? Pretty please”

Warnings: None

Note: Um?? The Last Goodbye started playing while I was writing this?? Even youtube liked this request, anon!! Thanks so much for your request! It means a lot, considering it’s my first real one!

Don’t be afraid to request, you guys! I don’t bite, I swear! :3 Also don’t be afraid to show your username when requesting, as I would very much love to know who I have to thank for the lovely requests I get! But if you do want to stay anonymous, I totally understand.

<3 Thanks again for the request, anon, and I hope this lives up to your expectations! ~Nova

The words in italics are in Elvish and the ones inside {these} are their translations

(Y/N) sighs, gently pulling at the petals of the flowers she’s tending to, absentmindedly taking in their vast colors that, to anyone else, would seemed dulled by moonlight, but only make themselves brighter this way, at least the way she sees it.

As she carefully tends to each of the roots that have settled in these gardens for hundreds upon hundreds of years, she comes to wonder whether flowers themselves strive for beauty and for health or if they were just made this way; beautiful and strong. As humankind will always strive for power, wealth, beauty, and all those similar wishes, does nature feel the same way? Though, it isn’t only humans who feel this way, (Y/N) knows well.

Before meeting a certain ruggedly handsome ranger, (Y/N) had never thought badly of herself. She never believed herself to be more than average, either, but at least she never compared herself to others. Since realising that she sees Aragorn as so much more than a friend, she’s taken to looking at herself in a different light. Each time she passes a mirror, now, she tilts her head and wonders why her skin is so deathly pale and why her eyes are dull and lifeless as murky water. She wonders why she can’t be filled with the same blinding light that other elves- a certain she-elf- holds.

Oh, how, (Y/N) does ever wish she could be just as Lady Arwen is. Not only would she be full of grace and power, but shine brighter than any star the Valar have hung in the night sky. If only she could be better, be more beautiful in that sort of way. Then perhaps, just maybe, she would be noticed by him, the one who holds her heart while being so ignorant of it.

Aragorn has been the focus of (Y/N)’s affections ever since he has come of age. While she briefly knew him in his time in Imladris, when he was but a child, she didn’t truly have the chance to meet him until much later. It was then she got to know the man for who he was and not how all the stories and rumors made him out to be.

(Y/N) found that he is reserved and surprisingly quiet for someone who is meant to be a great king. Through the quiet nature, there is still a fierce warrior and a hero that might come to be, if only he could see it himself. She has spoken with Aragorn often, when he comes to visit and see her in the gardens.

He is an artful spirit and finds the gardens of Imladris to be relaxing, as (Y/N) does, so he takes any chance he can to find his way here for some peace and quiet, however temporary it may be. During these visits, he’ll often catch (Y/N) while she’s tending to the flora of the gardens, including the occasional peaceful creature who finds its way to her. These visits are short, but they mean the world to (Y/N), as she has discovered conversation between herself and Aragorn to flow easily and comfortably. They speak of most anything; recent events, the stresses of life, and other things like that. Of course, nothing compares to speaking about the pure life surrounding them. Most of their conversations are about the world around them and how majestic it tends to be.

Aragorn may not ever know, but (Y/N) holds these conversations very close to heart. They mean far more to her than anyone can understand, except maybe the man himself. No one shares her views on this glorious earth other than him and no one seems able to understand how she feels about the world and its life. She takes the time to appreciate small things while also viewing just how they affect the bigger picture, something she’s only ever seen one other person do. And that is Aragorn. He understands her in a way that no one else could.

But of course, such a fantastic person could never love someone like (Y/N); a lowly, average tender of the gardens, especially not when the looming shadow of Lady Arwen stands in the way.

“I didn’t think you would be awake with the stars, (Y/N).” A low voice comments from beside her, scaring the life out of her and causing her to jump.

(Y/N) stumbles in surprise and trips over her gardening tools, her eyes widening as she begins to fall straight toward the stone path. Just before her face meets the ground, however, gentle arms wrap around her waist and hold her weight, keeping her from plummeting further.

(Y/N) blinks back into focus as her rescuer lifts her back to her feet again. She flushes a deep red upon realising it was the very man her thoughts were consumed with who saved her just then. “Goheno nin, Hîr vuin. I-I was lost in thought, a-again.” {Forgive me, my lord}

Aragorn smiles a little, his eyes shimmering with familiarity. “An ngell nîn, it’s Aragorn to you, (Y/N).” {Please,} “And it is I who should be asking forgiveness. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

(Y/N) flushes again and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear nervously. Finally having her balance regained, she moves her tools back into place from where she accidentally kicked them aside, speaking up to Aragorn all the while. “Man ceril? O-Out this late, I mean.” {What are you doing?} She stutters in her shyness before straightening herself and devoting her full attention to the man before her, though it’s difficult with how enchanting his eyes look when reflecting the moonlight.

(Y/N) swears she can see Aragorn frown just the slightest bit at her continued use of formal terms in elvish. “Walking, as I hoped to clear my head. I can see you’ve been busy. Is it common for you to tend the gardens during such an hour?” He asks with a teasing tone, as he knows there must be enough reason for her tardiness.

(Y/N) huffs exhaustedly. “My Lord Elrond had guests earlier this day and I was unable to finish my regular duties. I have barely held a moment to breathe since sunrise.”

Aragorn smiles sympathetically, a rarity only to be appreciated by those close to him, which is a realisation that makes (Y/N)’s heart flutter even faster. “Tolo ar nin then, (Y/N). A walk under the stars should clear your head just as it will mine.” {Come with me}

(Y/N)’s heart soars and she feels almost lightheaded. Unfortunately, the moment is short lived and her heart sinks deeper almost as quickly as it rose. She stutters with red blush lining her expression, “I-I couldn’t possibly, A-Aragorn, I-”

“Do you find my company repulsive?” Aragorn asks with half genuinity, his eyes reflecting hurt.

“U-Uito,” {No/It isn’t that} (Y/N) quickly denies the notion, sure that it’s anything but. She sighs a little and picks nervously at her hand. “I...I’m sure you would much rather prefer the company of someone like Lady Arwen, not a lowly gardener such as myself.” She whispers the words quietly, somewhat hoping they’ll fade into the midnight breeze and he won’t hear them. However, the night is quiet and Aragorn catches every word she’s been too afraid to speak aloud until now.

Aragorn’s face falls and his eyes are filled with pity, something (Y/N) hates to see in his eyes. He raises a gentle hand to her cheek, his eyes examining her face with care, though without hesitation. “Do you truly think so low of yourself, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) glances down at her feet in shame, her face exhibiting it as well. Oh, Valar, if only she had kept her mouth shut. “Ú-is- Ú-iston.” {I don’t- I don’t know}

Aragorn smiles slightly, his eyebrows furrowed encouragingly. “I could think of no better person to share company with, Hiril vuin.” {My lady} “I cherish our talks, (Y/N). You are witty and bright, always seeing more in the little things than any other I have met before you, in all my travels. You intrigue me. You are truly a beautiful sight to behold. I only wish you could see what I do.”

(Y/N) looks up at Aragorn with blurred vision, taken aback by his words. “Y-You mean that? Truly?”

Aragorn chuckles under his breath, “Would I ever lie to you?” He smiles at her brightened spirits and goes on, each word sending (Y/N)’s heart further into the air, where it may never be found again. “Who was it that taught me all the wonders of this very garden when I was but a child? You see beauty in places that others do not, except in yourself. You are beautiful, on both the inside and the outside. Your heart is one of gold, tending to these gardens even when it has no real benefit to yourself and sharing your knowledge with others with the hope that they might see what you do. You are kind and clever, selfish and wise. You are beloved, (Y/N). Gi melin.” {I love you}

(Y/N)’s breath hitches and she searches Aragorn’s expressions for any signs of false intent, but she can see none. Her smile widens and she enraptures herself in Aragorn’s arms, never wanting to let go. He really means it. He thinks she’s special. He thinks she’s different. If he thinks that way, if he can see something special in (Y/N), then it must be there. He wants her to see it and so she must try, both for him and for herself.

She raises her head to look at him again before standing on her toes to press her lips to his, reveling in the feeling that makes her feel as though she might never touch ground again.

“ Hantanyel, Aragorn. Gi melin.”

{Thank you, Aragorn. I love you.}

Note: Wow okay don’t expect this much productivity in the future, I just got really excited for this request and finished it in one night XD But thanks for the request anon! I hope you liked it!

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