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Veiled Allegiance || Aragorn

Summary: Request: I was wondering if I could request an Aragorn x reader where the fellowship is already on their quest and maybe the reader is a ranger or just a good fighter but maybe she saves Aragorn’s life and he asks her to join them... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhh loved writing this one! Thank you so much for the request. As always, please keep them coming!

Pairing: Legolas x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5k +

TW: General LOTR triggers, anxiety, orcs, bows, knives, killing creatures

The forest whispered secrets to those who dared to listen, its ancient boughs swaying in a silent dance with the wind. Among the shadows, you moved with the grace of a predator, your cloak melding seamlessly with the darkness that coated the land. You were a Ranger of Ithilien, a ghost in the night, your past veiled in mystery and your purpose known only to yourself.

It was amidst the tangled undergrowth of the woods that you stumbled upon them; a ragtag group of travelers bound by a common purpose. The Fellowship, they called themselves, their faces etched with determination and the weight of their quest heavy upon their shoulders. And yet, amidst the weariness and uncertainty, there burned a flicker of hope, a flame that refused to be extinguished. You followed and listened to the nine males walking towards their sure death, so you learned. Who in their right mind would travel to the dark with such determination?

At first, you observed from the shadows, your keen eyes taking in every detail, every nuance of their interactions. You watched as they argued and laughed, their friendship a testament to the bonds that bound them together. And though you remained on the periphery, a silent observer in a world not your own, a part of you longed for the connection they shared.

It was on a fateful night, beneath the shadow of darkness, that your paths would intersect in unexpected ways. The Fellowship found themselves beset by enemies; their camp surrounded by creatures hungry for blood. With blades drawn and hearts pounding, they prepared to face their assailants, unaware of the silent watcher in their midst.

As arrows flew and steel clashed in the night, you swiftly engaged, a lethal force amidst the chaos. Closer to the heart of battle with each fallen foe, your presence epitomized death's fury. Amidst the aftermath, you stood amidst carnage, your cloak stained by enemy blood.

Silence fell heavy, punctuated only by fallen breaths, before the Fellowship turned to you, eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. Bonds formed, destinies entwined, as you found your place among them amidst the battle's ruins.

"You have proven yourself a true ally this night," he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority and respect. "Will you join us on our journey?" For he knew the value of having another person skilled in battle would be for the Fellowship.

His words hung in the air, heavy with significance. You met his gaze, your own eyes searching his for any hint of deception or ulterior motive. But all you found was sincerity, a genuine desire for your companionship on their quest.

For a moment, the weight of his request bore down upon you, the magnitude of the decision looming large in your mind. You had spent so long walking the path of solitude, guarding your heart against the pain of betrayal and loss. To join the Fellowship was to forsake the shadows that had been your home for so long, to step into the light and embrace the bonds of friendship and camaraderie.

But as you looked upon the faces of your newfound acquaintances, their expressions filled with hope and trust, you knew that your journey lay not in solitude, but in the company of kindred spirits. With a nod, you accepted Aragorn's offer, your voice steady as you spoke your oath of allegiance.

"I will join you," you said, your words a solemn vow. "Together, we will face whatever trials lie ahead, united in purpose and bound by the ties that bind us."

And as the Fellowship gathered around you, their voices raised in a chorus of affirmation, you felt a sense of belonging wash over you, a feeling long forgotten amidst the shadows of the past. For in that moment, amidst the ruins of battle, you had found not just allies, but friends—companions on a journey that would test the limits of courage and compassion, and forge bonds stronger than steel.

As the days turned to nights and the Fellowship journeyed ever onward towards their destiny, you found yourself gradually forging connections with each member, your bond with them growing stronger with every shared hardship and triumph.

With Legolas, it was amidst the tranquil beauty of the forests that you found common ground. As fellow guardians of the natural world, you shared a deep appreciation for the wonders of the wilderness, your spirits entwined with the song of the trees and the whisper of the wind. Together, you roamed the woodlands, your laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves as you regaled each other with tales of your travels.

Gimli, though gruff and stubborn at first, soon warmed to your presence, his respect for your prowess in battle matched only by his loyalty to his companions. Through shared trials and triumphs, you earned his trust, your determination and courage earning his admiration. And though your banter was often filled with jests and barbs, beneath the surface lay a bond forged in the fires of battle, unbreakable and true.

With Frodo and Sam, it was a connection born of shared burdens and the weight of destiny. As guardians of the Ring, they bore a heavy burden, their hearts weighed down by the knowledge of the perilous quest that lay before them. Yet, despite the darkness that threatened to consume them, there burned a flicker of hope—a hope that you found yourself drawn to like a moth to a flame

The connection you forged with Gandalf was one steeped in wisdom and guidance. As the Fellowship's guide and mentor, he possessed a wealth of knowledge that proved invaluable on their perilous journey. From the depths of Moria to the towering peaks of Caradhras, Gandalf's wisdom and foresight guided the Fellowship through the darkest of times.

With Merry and Pippin, it was your kindness and compassion that endeared you to them, your willingness to lend a helping hand in times of need earning their undying gratitude. Together, you shared in their mischief and their merriment, your laughter echoing through the halls of Moria and the fields of Rohan alike. And though their innocence sometimes tested your patience, their unwavering loyalty and steadfast friendship were a constant source of comfort in the darkest of times.

Boromir, though burdened by the weight of his own fears and doubts, found solace in your steadfastness and determination. In your presence, he saw a kindred spirit—a warrior forged in the crucible of adversity, yet unbroken and unbowed. Together, you stood against the tide of darkness, your courage inspiring him to rise above his own limitations and fight for the greater good.

With Aragorn, the bond that blossomed between you was one of mutual respect and shared determination. From the moment you saved their lives in the heat of battle, a bond was forged, strengthened by the trials and tribulations of the journey ahead.

As a fellow Ranger, Aragorn understood the weight of duty and the burden of leadership, and in you, he found a kindred spirit—a warrior forged in the crucible of adversity, your resolve unyielding in the face of danger.

Together, you stood at the forefront of the Fellowship, your skills in battle complementing each other's strengths and weaknesses. In Aragorn's steadfast leadership and unwavering courage, you found inspiration, his presence a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.

But it was not just on the battlefield that your bond deepened. In the quiet moments shared around the campfire, you listened as Aragorn spoke of his past and his struggles, his voice tinged with the weight of responsibility that lay upon his shoulders. And in those moments, you offered words of wisdom and encouragement, your own experiences serving as a guiding light in the darkness.

Yet, it was not just Aragorn's strength that drew you to him, but also his compassion and empathy. In the face of adversity, he remained steadfast in his commitment to protecting those under his care, his heart a wellspring of kindness and understanding.

And as the Fellowship pressed on towards their destiny, you found solace in the quiet moments shared with Aragorn, his friendship a source of strength and inspiration. For in the heart of darkness, even the smallest gestures of kindness can illuminate the path forward, forging bonds that transcend the boundaries of time and space.

You and the Fellowship journeyed onward towards the treacherous lands of Mordor, each step a reminder of the perils that lay ahead. It was amidst this backdrop of uncertainty that the gnarled creature, a servant of the dark lord Sauron, lunged at Aragorn as he led the group, its claws poised to strike. In a heartbeat, you interceded, your instincts guiding your blade to block the blow meant for him. The impact sent shockwaves of pain coursing through your body as you staggered back, blood seeping from the wound at your side.

Aragorn's eyes widened in disbelief as he reached out to steady you, his voice laced with concern. "Are you alright?"

You offered him a grim smile, trying to downplay the severity of your injury. "Just a scratch."

But Aragorn would not be dissuaded, his gaze lingering on the blood staining your cloak. "You saved my life," he murmured, his gratitude evident. "I owe you a debt I cannot repay."

With a weary sigh, you shook your head, attempting to deflect his gratitude. "There is no debt between comrades in arms."

Legolas and Aragorn took it upon themselves to tend to your deep wound, their skilled hands gentle yet firm as they cleaned and dressed the injury you had sustained. In their care, you found a measure of solace, their presence a soothing balm to the ache that lingered in your body and soul.

But it was not just the physical wounds that they sought to heal. With each passing day, they offered words of encouragement and support, their unwavering faith in your abilities serving as a reminder of the strength that lay within you. And in their company, you found yourself opening up, sharing the trauma of your past and the burdens you carried with a vulnerability you had long thought lost.

It was during one such moment of vulnerability that Aragorn's gaze fell upon the myriad of scars that marred your skin, his eyes widening in silent horror at the evidence of the pain you had endured. "Who did this to you?" he whispered; his voice thick with emotion.

For a moment, you hesitated, the memories of past betrayals and heartache threatening to overwhelm you. But then, with a steadying breath, you met his gaze, your voice raw with emotion. "There are shadows in my past that I would sooner forget," you admitted. "But perhaps, with time, I can learn to trust again."

Aragorn's expression softened; his eyes filled with understanding as he listened to your words. He reached out, his hand gently tracing the outline of one of the scars, a silent gesture of empathy and solidarity. "I cannot undo the pain of your past," he began, his voice gentle yet resolute, "but I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to ensure that no harm befalls you under my watch."

His words were like a soothing balm to your wounded soul, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had long clouded your heart. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps, just perhaps, there was still light to be found in this world.

In the days that followed, Aragorn remained true to his word, his steadfast presence a pillar of strength and support. He watched over you with a quiet protectiveness, his keen eyes ever vigilant for any sign of danger or distress.

And as the Fellowship pressed on towards the heart of Mordor, you found yourself drawing closer to Aragorn, your walls slowly crumbling in the face of his unwavering kindness and compassion. With each passing day, the bond between you deepened, built through adversity, and tempered by the trials of the journey.

One evening, as the campfire crackled merrily and the stars twinkled overhead, you found yourself sitting beside Aragorn, your shoulders touching as you stared into the dancing flames. The silence between you was comfortable, filled with an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

Finally, Aragorn broke the silence, his voice soft as he spoke. "You have faced much hardship in your life, haven't you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the fire.

You hesitated, the memories of past betrayals and heartache threatening to resurface. But then, with a sigh, you nodded. "Yes," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I have lived much of my life alone, guarding myself against the pain of letting others in."

Aragorn turned to look at you, his eyes filled with empathy and understanding. "I know what it is to carry the weight of past pain," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "But I also know that true strength lies not in solitude, but in the bonds we build with others."

His words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with a truth you had long denied. And as you looked into his eyes, you saw something there that mirrored your own pain—a vulnerability that he had long kept hidden beneath a mask of stoicism.

Something shifted between you, a silent acknowledgment of the shared scars that bound you together. And as the night wore on, you found yourself opening up to Aragorn in a way you had never thought possible, sharing your fears and insecurities with a vulnerability you had long thought lost.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself gradually softening towards those around you, your heart thawing in the warmth of companionship and camaraderie. And though the road ahead was still fraught with danger and uncertainty, you knew that as long as Aragorn walked beside you, you would find the courage to face whatever challenges awaited you and emerge stronger in the end.

For in the heart of darkness, even the most jaded souls can find redemption in the light of love and friendship, their scars transformed into badges of honor by the steadfast kindness of those who refuse to give up on them.

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trendfilmsetter · 7 hours

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Happy 55th birthday to the talented Cate Blanchett!

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fatherforgivethem · 6 months

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“I would have gone with you to the end… Into to the very fires of Mordor!”

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winwin17 · 2 months

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Just a reminder that in The Two Towers when Gandalf reappears in his new form to the three hunters and passes on messages to each of them from Galadriel, Legolas evidently takes Galadriel's cryptic warning as an indication and foreshadowing of his impending death. That's why when Gimli seems disappointed that Gandalf didn't immediately share any important message for him from Galadriel, Legolas snaps at him, "Would you have her speak to of your death?"

In other words, Legolas probably more or less takes it for granted that he's going to die somehow, until he finally does hear the cry of the gull and puts the pieces of Galadriel's message together. The poor elf dude probably went all that time thinking, "Well, guess I'm done for. I'll be perishing in this quest."

Like, yeah, Elves can get reincarnated and whatever, or at the least there's life after they die, but still. We always think of Legolas as perfectly lighthearted and carefree and sassy, but all this time he was thinking he was surely gonna die somehow, and that's just....😭

He must've been so relieved when he figured it out.

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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boromir—you’re the one who’s calling me to heaven

summary: bonding over tea and night shifts.

word count: 1.2k

fanfiction no. 013

upon joining the fellowship of the ring, you had not anticipated the hatred that would penetrate you every time your night watch came along.

you loathed being a slave to the darkness with naught but distant snores for company or entertainment. it was tedious, to fiddle with the frays of your clothes and fight off sleep until your shift was finally at an end. you had unloaded this complaint unto boromir a number of times, the companion of whom you had grown particularly close to over the journey.

“why do you hate it so? it is a time to reflect and enjoy one’s own company,” boromir defended the task.

“it is insufferable. i wish i did not have to endure it alone, but alas if i were to keep someone up then they would be burdened with two night shifts. i cannot think of a punishment worse than that,” you shook your head, turning to boromir dejectedly.

“you talk of such a trivial matter with such seriousness,” he laughed. “you have much to be thankful for.”

“such as? having not been cooked for dinner by a pack of orcs?” you suggested with playful sarcasm.

“ha, they would not cook you.”

“i-”

“boromir! come!” called aragorn from the front of the company, saving him from a scolding.

he laughed as he left you, winking before he was too far for you to notice the gesture.

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night rolled in over the horizon, blanketing the hills and mountains with ominous darkness, leaving the company to situate themselves into a comfortable position and invite sleep, all except you, for you were on first watch this evening, as boromir had overheard earlier. he remembered your disdain for the assignment and decided then he should endeavour to stay up with you and take the watch immediately afterwards.

“i am here to keep you company,” he said softly as he approached you, a little distance away from the sleeping fellowship.

he offered you a cup of green leaf tea, which you accepted eagerly and gratefully. it was warm, but not hot—perfect.

“i could not ask you to do that. but since i did not, i shall accept your company,” you grinned, looking to the stars. “it is a beautiful clear night,” you hummed.

“do you know much of the stars?” asked boromir with gentle curiosity.

“no,” you confessed, “but i recognise the shapes i have seen before. i only wish i knew their names.”

“i wish i could inform you, but i cannot. we must remain ignorant together,” he smiled with a hint of an apology.

after a while talking and enjoying each other’s company, conversation turned down a deeper route, with twists and turns that exposed both you and boromir to tender vulnerability. yet you were not afraid to open yourself up to be seen by someone who seemed to leave judgement to the elves.

“do you wish to be feared or loved when you are steward of gondor?” you asked, picking at the grass beneath you, but keeping your eyes fixed to the man before you.

“i want to be worshipped, of course” he laughed away the seriousness of the question with his witty response.

“i mean truly?” you asked again, genuinely intrigued as to his response.

“i am not sure," he thought deeply for a moment. "though i love my father, i am one of the few. he perhaps, is more likely to be feared. my brother, faramir, would choose to be loved, and i do not blame him. he has faced the cold and distant temperament of my father all his life,” he explained earnestly. “i suppose my answer would be both,” he said after a moment of thinking.

“i shall allow it, just this once,” you narrowed your eyes.

“perhaps i should have chosen to be feared, then you might take me more seriously,” he chuckled.

“oh, should i be be wary of you?”

“no,” he shook his head, “i am a man who makes green leaf tea for his companions,” he gestured up his empty cup.

“a respectable man, then,” you said with pride.

“i should hope you thought so,” he replied, to which you felt compelled to keep your eyes fixed to the man in front of you, so close to you.

boromir’s gentle smile fell away as you watched him intently. perhaps you were thinking, perhaps he had embarrassed you—it was never his intention to do so. he had not thought before he spoke, but now that he had, he could not deny he was eager for an answer. though he did not believe it a question you were capable of answering, so instead he made the act of offering a response easier for you, and began to lean in.

he let his eyes flicker towards your lips, and even in the darkness you noticed this. was this what falling in love felt like? you had no idea. and as he leaned in closer, you felt an indescribable curiosity and desire to press your lips to his. without thinking, you began leaning forward to meet him halfway, eagerly anticipating the sensation of his lips against yours.

before this much desired contact, boromir placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently before moving it down to your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair. he pulled you in slowly, tilting his head to the side before finally closing his eyes and joining you and him together. his mouth moved daringly over yours, letting his tongue slip between your lips tentatively.

this was not your first embrace, but it was the first time you had felt so desperate for someone. you had never let your feelings grow for someone in this way, and the moment his tongue slipped between your lips, you found yourself clawing at the leather over his chest, and burying your hands in his hair.

you did not wish for him to pull away so soon, but he was conscious of the time you’d spent awake together, and the energy you needed to preserve for the day ahead.

“i believe we have both stayed awake for the second watch,” he said in-between breaths, his forehead pressed against yours.

“i suppose i know what this means,” you said sorrowfully.

“we need rest,” he stated plainly, “i shall wake the elf. but i want you close to me,” he confessed, staring at the ground below him.

“i will wait for you beside your covers,” you smiled, releasing his hand so the two of you could stand up.

boromir woke legolas, informing him of the time, to which legolas nodded sleepily but dutifully. swiftly moving on, he walked back to the rest of the group, where he found you making yourself comfortable beside his belongings. he smiled to himself as he made his way over and laid down beside you. the covers he owned were not big enough for the two of you, but you had brought your own along and sufficed that being close to him was enough.

he smoothed down your hair after you tucked yourself beneath his chin and whispered a soft ‘goodnight’ to you, before falling into a dreamless sleep.

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nvd94 · 5 months

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"Let your love see me

Even though the barrier of nearness"

-Rabindranath Tagore 🌷🌊

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wildwarcat · 2 years

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Helllooo! I heard you were taking requests so here is one! Aragorn x reader engaged and Aragorn has to meet her family. He is a little nervous since she has quite a large family but when he ends up meeting them he loves them.

Adorable. Just... adorable.

Part of the Family (Aragorn x Fem!Reader)

“Relax, love. You’re too tense.” You said with a smile. You reached out to set a hand upon Aragorn's shoulder from where you sat on your horse in an effort to relieve some of his worries, but there was little effect. Aragorn's grip on his reins only tightened as you approached the Bree-land, his nerves getting the best of him.

"Forgive me, melleth." He replied softly, "But I've faced no greater task than this."

You rolled your eyes at his statement. Your fiancé was being a far too dramatic. Understandably, he was nervous about meeting your family for the first time; having spent so much time travelling around Middle-earth, you hadn't been home in years yourself, but introducing your fiancé was the perfect excuse to visit.

But Aragorn was overthinking the expectations your family had for him. You knew that they wouldn't care if he was the King of Gondor or a common peasant; he loved you and that was all that mattered. Aragorn, on the other hand, thought it necessary to exude perfection as best he could in the presence of your family.

"It's just around this bend here." You said, nodding in the direction of the Brandywine River. Your family had always been welcome amongst the Hobbits of Buckland, often trading cloth and wool with them in exchange for freshly grown vegetables and newly baked bread. And your family home rested at the edge of the Brandywine, perfect for transporting wares to Buckland, a task your oldest brother had assumed along with your father.

Next to you, Aragorn swallowed hard, your family home creeping into view. From where you were on the road you caught a glimpse of pale white smoke rising from the chimney, the scent of baked apples and cinnamon wafting toward you. Your mother was preparing a feast, no doubt about it. When you had first sent word of your engagement, your family had insisted upon bringing Aragorn to the Breelands to meet them. After all, it wasn't every day that the King of Men came riding into the western lands of Middle-earth.

As you and Aragorn came closer, you heard the voice of your second brother, Halforth, calling out to you, "Welcome home! 'Bout time you came back for a visit!"

"We were a bit busy, if you hadn't noticed. Big war and all." You answered, stopping your horse at the gate to your home and dismounting. You met Halforth halfway up the walk and gave him a strong embrace, laughing as his thick beard tickled your cheek.

"You look well, Y/N." He said with a smile when he finally released you. You grinned and dusted off your tunic, before glancing back at Aragorn, who was dismounting his own horse.

"That's him, then? The King of Gondor?" Halforth asked quietly as Aragorn came slowly up the walk.

"My fiancée, brother," you corrected, "be nice."

Halforth nodded once and walked up to meet Aragorn, glancing slightly down at him and puffing his chest. He eyed the former Ranger up and down for a moment before finally speaking to him.

"So... you're the one who's marrying my sister?" He said, his voice gravely and low.

Aragorn swallowed and nodded, "Yes."

Halforth's frown melted away, shifting into a bright smile. He let out a hearty laugh and wrapped his arms around the King's shoulders.

"Ha! Welcome to the family, brother! Come, both of you! Mother has luncheon waiting for us. The whole family is here and excited to meet you, Aragorn."

Clapping Aragorn heartily on the back, he began to usher you and your fiancée inside. As he was led into the house, Aragorn breathed a sigh of relief as he glanced over at you and saw you laughing with your brother. Contentment settled itself in his chest and he found himself smiling too.

He was home at last.

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