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ladyideal · 4 years

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Wedding Bells

Pairing: Aragorn x Reader

Word Count: 2164

Warnings: mention of injury but fluff

Summary: requested by anon: Hello, may I request an Aragorn x female!ranger!reader fic or headcanons list? I’m not sure about how much detail you prefer but something along the lines of Aragorn realizing his love for the reader before the War of the Ring and him confessing while they’re in the Fellowship, and ultimately marrying her after the war. You’re welcome to change anything you’d like or add a bit more of a backstory. Thanks!

A/n: Ahh first lotr and it's Aragorn! This came out not bad for first request. Or normally first one always comes out a little stilted and awkward. Hope you like it, anon!

The church bells rang.

Your arm linked through your father's, trembling slightly. Today was the day that you were going to marry your love, the new King of Gondor, Aragorn. Today was the day that you'd yearn for so long to happen. Today was the day that two became one.

"That's our signal," Your father gruffly spoke emotionally, as any father would be on the day his daughter would be wedded to another. "If only your mother was here to see you all grown up and pretty."

You blinked away tears as much as possible, doing your best to not mess up the light make up. In light of your mother's death so long ago, your father had taken down the shop he'd owned to take care of you. Everything you knew as a Ranger was from him.

How to hunt, how to ride horses, how to fend for yourself, and ultimately how to be kind and love others. It was the way as a Ranger, he'd said, to protect Middle Earth from forces of evil.

"I love you," You murmured, descending carefully down the stairs and towards the entrance.

"I love you too, princess," Your father, your rock, your first love, squeezed your hand once more. Not for the first time, you wondered how you even got to this position.

Two Years Ago

If anyone asked, chasing after orcs was not a fun leisure pastime to spend your days. Chasing after orcs itself was not fun, especially when you were sporting an injury on your dominant arm. Cursing yourself for being so careless, you hunkered down under a grove of trees, and started a small fire.

Dink!

Without thinking, you notched an arrow and aimed your bow towards the direction of the sound.

"Show yourself!" You ordered into the silence.

"What is a lady doing out here all alone?" A familiar voice spoke from the shadows, hands up and palms outward in surrender.

You gasped as the figure moved towards the fire light, slowly illuminating his features. With a grin, you lowered your bow.

"I could ask the same to you," You sat back down on the uneven ground, patting the spot beside you. "Prince Aragorn."

"Am merely a Ranger, m'lady," The Ranger sat down in your offered spot, settling himself comfortably. The edges of his lips curled upwards, despite his efforts. "What brings you here, Y/N? Shouldn't you be back at Minas Tirith?"

"Orcs," You grumbled, checking on your stew you'd hastily threw together at the very last minute. "Been following them for a couple days now."

Silence.

Confused, you turned to him, only to find that his attention was drawn towards your still not dressed injury. Gently, his fingers ghosted on the bleed, and you winced. He gestured towards your arm, while breaking out his kit.

"I know what you're gonna say, Aragorn. You are careless, blah blah blah. The sword got me," You rolled your eyes. "I can stitch it up myself. Just lemme get this stew bubbling first."

"And make a mess of yourself again like last time?" He snorted, shaking his head as he worked.

"It was just that one time!" You exclaimed, drawing a slight pout at him. "I'll be okay."

He was silent, focusing on the task in front. With your non injured arm, you fetched out two bowls and a ladle. By the time he was done, two bowls of piping hot stew sat in the center along with some leftover lembas bread.

"Y/N," He addressed you, tightly tying the bandages together. "When I heard you were gone, I thought something had happened. I've tracked you for weeks, thinking the worst."

You handed him his helping of stew, glancing into his grey eyes.

"And I realized that I missed having you by my side," He took your offering with a nod of thanks. "I'm coming along with you, Y/N. Lest you trip and fall on your own sword due to your clumsiness. "

"Aragorn!"

"No buts, m'lady," He started on his stew, all the while smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes at him.

He could get used to this bantering, he thought. You by his side was all he would ever need.

You were greeted by the cheering people of Gondor, and two lines of saluting soldiers on either side. The magnificent, intricately carved, ceiling to floor doors were splayed widely. With a tentative smile, you entered the Great Hall.

Family and friends on both sides of the aisle stood up respectfully, all grins and happiness on their faces. Glancing ahead, you brightened up as Aragorn stepped out from a nearby door all dressed up.

Gone were his well known dark green cloak, and worn out leather boots. Instead, a pair of black boots, and black hose was kept. He also wore a sleeveless robe of red velvet, edged in gold. The three buttons of silver were engraved with a star. Another robe was added, black, made of leather and again edged with gold.

It was fastened with claps made of silver. The robe held the device of Gondor, the White Tree surrounded by seven stars, detailed in silver. A finely made cloak of black was made to complete the outfit; and this was fastened to the outer robe by clasps of gold and silver. The winged silver crown sat on his curls, and his ring was proudly displayed.

He was impossibly handsome, much more than you'd ever seen.

It took your entire will and your father's steady hands that kept you sprinting towards the altar. You did your best to walk down the impossibly long aisle in the same beat as the musicians. You gave a small smile at your soon to be husband, quietly giggling at his amazed look at you.

"Absolutely not, Y/N!" Aragorn paced in front of you. "I can not allow you to join the Fellowship."

"Aragorn," You spoke, desperately keeping the annoyance out of your voice. "I can keep myself safe, thank you. I'm going with you whether you like it or not. Someone has to watch your back."

He had bickered again, but finally admitted defeat. As the Fellowship was formed and set off towards Mordor, he only wished that you would make it out safe and sound.

It was three months in before the prince acted on his feelings. A sly smirk from the elf prince Legolas, a laughter from Gimli, and a fit of coughs from Gandalf was all it took for him to gather his wits and to speak with you.

Getting to his feet, he approached your cot.

"A word with you, Y/N?" Aragorn spoke. Looking perplexed, you took his offered hand and pulled yourself up.

"Where to?" You asked, confused. It was Legolas that had first watch tonight. Did the elf call you? Bringing you some distance away from the fire, he turned to you.

"Y/N, I-," He stopped, shaking his head. "It has occurred to me that I'm glad you came, despite putting yourself into so much danger. I realized that I need you by my side, and I just want to say that I lo-."

"I know, my love. I've known for awhile now," You interrupted the Ranger, pulling the dark green cloak off your back and placing it on your lap. "I know when you watch me behind my back, your soft lingering touches, your knowing smile that only I know of, and your everlasting need to drive me crazy. I know, Aragorn. I love you too."

"I can't deny that I know what lies ahead or how it'll end. What I can tell you is that my love for you has always been steady and true. I'm not a man who throws caution into the wind, but I'll do it if it means having you by my side till the end."

You scooched closer to him until practically your knees were touching his. He cupped your face with his hands, gazing adoringly into your eyes.

"What do you say we take our chances together, Y/N?" He breathed, brushing your cheek with a calloused thumb.

"I say yes," You crashed your lips onto his.

It almost felt like years before you finally met Aragorn at the front. With a sad smile, your father handed your hand into Aragorn's. He nodded once at your father before turning to you.

"Hi," You mouthed, grinning at your lover and King.

"Hello," He returned, equally grinning from one ear to another.

The officiant started speaking, and you honestly did your best to stay attentive. Minutes in though, you shuffled your weight between your feet, eager to just be wed as husband and wife. Then be crowned queen, so you could tow Aragorn from all the pomp and flair, and return back to your room.

In the meantime, all you could do was gaze around at the decorations fit for the royalty. Then at your family and friends. Prince Eomer was there, Prince Legolas beside him, Gimli, the hobbits, and even Gandalf sat in the second row. Honestly, you appreciated them all after so long on the road in the fight against Sauron.

"Aragorn!" You shouted from within the bottom level of Minas Tirith. "I'm coming with you!"

"Keep the women and children safe in the caves, Y/N!" Aragorn retorted. "I'll lead the men!"

You gave him a frown, but there wasn't any time to argue. Suddenly, you found him fiercely crushing your lips. You stayed like that before you were forced to break for air.

"I'll come back for you, m'lady," He growled. "And I'll marry you then and there."

"Come back to me in one piece first, Aragorn," you replied breathlessly.

"Here," He got down onto one knee, and slid off his signature twin emerald snakes ring onto your left hand. "I swear to you, Y/N. You are my life, my soul, my sun. This is my promise to make you my wife. I will return for you, understand? Rohan will answer the call for help, and we will win once and for all."

You bit the bottom of your lip, scared and unsure. Gently, you placed one hand on the side of his face. Answering your unsaid plea, he nuzzled your palm, then turned it over to kiss your knuckles. You pulled him up again.

"Fight hard, Aragorn," You whispered. "I will wait."

This was the one time he was glad you didn't listen to his orders, and went out onto the battlefield to join the fight. At first, you'd bolster the archers along with Legolas and Gimli onto of the many castle levels. However as the orcs breached the defences, you found yourself pulling your sword out of its sheath and fighting for your life and for Middle Earth.

It was a red day, many lives were lost on both sides. You laid on the grass, surrounded by many dead Uruk-Hai, regrettably injured in so many ways. The sun was up, and the land bled red.

When the war was won, Aragorn's first thought went to you. As the women and children were allowed to leave the caves, he left them hastily when there was no sign of you.

"Any sign of a women?" He called out to the men dragging the dead to the side, and bringing in the injured.

"Why would a women be on the field?" One of his men answered him.

He cursed as he stumbled around the field, half delirious in his quest of finding you. No, you couldn't be dead. He wouldn't allow it.

"Sir! I've found her!" A distant voice called from a distance.

Sprinting as fast as his legs could bring him and with dread coiling tightly in his stomach, Aragorn hoped- yearned for your safety and love. You were the only woman he loved, and will ever love. With you gone, would only destroy him. Upon reaching your broken body, he made a strangled sound and dropped to his knees.

"Y/N!" He cried, grabbing your thankfully still warm hand.

Your eyes fluttered open, and brightened up when they met his grey eyes. "Did we win?"

"We did," He nodded. "Now all you need to do is lay back and relax. The healers will have you patched up. Can you do that for me, my queen?"

"Anything for you, Aragorn."

"Will you, King Aragorn II Elessar Telcontar, take Lady Y/N Y/L/N as your lawful wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"

"I do," His voice rang clear.

"And will you Lady Y/N Y/L/N, take King Aragorn ll Elessar Telecontar, as your lawful husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"

You caught his gaze, and smiled.

"I do."

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unnamedelement · 3 years

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For the writing asks: 3, 4, 17!

FYI - original ask post here

Also, thank you for sending asks! I have no one to talk to my writing about besides, like, one fanfiction pal I keep up with and it really makes one starve, sometimes.

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like).

I really love imagery and symbolism. Cicadas are a theme for “my” Legolas (first shows up here), and I really like how the imagery works to thread it together in these few lines here:

Elboron laughed tremulously, his chuckle vibrating with the terror that racked his body. "You both look very silly," he murmured, as they all turned as one to face the open window.

"Mm, you do, too, Elboron," Legolas smiled behind the cloth. "Ill-defined and rather lumpy."

A cicada came flying in through the window; its wings aflame, it pelted helplessly to the kitchen floor.

"Jest later, and follow me now. We go this way--come!"

And then Ithildim took Legolas by the upper arm and dragged him through the window and into the night--Elboron trailed from Legolas' hand like a wisp.

All around them, cicadas plummeted from the sky like felled stars; heavy and hopeless, they covered the ground. The insects writhed and crunched underfoot as they began to run.

This is from a WIP called “A Small and Passing Thing” that I abandoned for a while, but a new chapter is forthcoming next weekend. Takes place in Ithilien during a blip of civil unrest. :)

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

I have no idea how my readers perceive me. Literally none. However, I think perhaps they would be surprised that (a) I think about fanfiction constantly and obsessively even though I only update sporadically; and (b) that sometimes I write solely because I’m still a teenager inside and need to feel anything at all besides either (i) the horrific things I read about and study and do for work or (ii) the logical staidness that is controlled writing in academia. Also--because I write very emotionally and one of my strengths in writing is believable relationships, I think-- I would hazard a guess that readers falsely believe I am far more suave and emotionally intelligent than my painfully awkward self actually is.

They also probably think I’m far more a stickler for canon than I actually am. As long as there’s a thread of potential logic in it, I will buckle up for the ride.

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

I have started writing scenes following Aragorn’s death and Faramir’s several times and never finished, because I am a glutton for tasteful angst--an absolute glutton. And the magnitude of the moment of Aragorn’s death--it is the metaphorical end of an age. It’s ginormous, and I have always worried I shan’t do it justice. But I wrote a sweet moment around it back in 2016 that I abandoned to the great graveyard of unfinished one-shots, taking place the day of Aragorn’s death, in which Legolas finally asked Gimli to sail the Straight Road with him). But now that I’ve rediscovered it I think I shall turn into a proper one-shot this weekend!! Unedited and barebones dialogue excerpt below cut :)

[excerpt] "Why I even ask--"

"Are you in a poor mood today, gimli?"

"Am I in a poor mood?"

Silence, then: "Oh. Yes. I see."

"Mm, good. I am in a poor mood because our last dearest friend is gone, and his lady is following, and you will leave me soon, too. Of course I am in a poor mood! What do I have to be happy for?"

"I am not leaving you."

"You will sail."

"I will. I thought you would come with me." "Legolas. This should have become abundantly clear over the past one hundred twenty odd years. I am not an elf. I am not welcome there."

"You are. I asked?" "Who in aules name did you ask, you fool? Manwe himself?"

“No, mithrandir."

"You asked Gandalf. “

"Before he left."

“What did you say? 'Hey-o, Gandalf! You know my elf-friend? Well I am loathe to part with him--will you make an exception for my wee dwarf and allow him passage to the undying lands?’"

"More or less."

"And what did he say?"

"What he said is not important. He sent a letter via the Merry and Pippin from the havens, for they had gone to fare Frodo farewell. He and galadriel and elrond conferred, and said they would argue on your behalf and so, please, to come. He knew I would need you, and that I could not leave you here alone after Aragorns death, but also that if I stayed with you, I would never leave at all, for my love of that mortal spark, and so waste away into yearning spirit forever."

"I have never gotten used to your tendency toward drama, and I am not sure I want to be on a ship with you on unknown waters for goodness knows how many months." Silence narrator nlanlblah blah blah blah blah BLAH

"So you will come, Gimli?"

"Legolas, there was never a doubt." [/excerpt]

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