#faeleth

[aaaaaa-musical-trash]

my dnd characters have terrible last names

faeleth don’task the eladrin druid and nyx bácküpcharactér the tiefling bard

[annellspethraven]

First Lines

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Ann's Rules: Ignore the above if you want to ignore the above. Because rules are meant to be ignored especially if they are on the Internet.

@zhie tagged me...the problem being I know like two writers on tumblr but...oh well? lol.

Earlene stepped off the plane at Donegal International Airport, desperately tired after traveling so far and enduring an epically tedious layover.  At the Edge of Lasg'len. [co-written with SonaBeanSidhe] (Our heroine has just arrived on native soil.)

“Ge? Ge can you wake up?” a quiet voice asked. “Teapot came with me, and I have tea for you.” All Beginnings Are Difficult | Wànshì qǐtóu nán 万事起头难 (Two brothers work to reconcile their shattered relationship amidst Craziness, including a sentient Teapot.

) Faeleth leaned around the chimney from the Heart Room side to see her mother and father standing next to each other, their backs facing her while they stuffed garlic cloves and herbs into multiple dead animals. Vannymorr's First Yule. [co-written with SonaBeanSidhe] (It's Christmas Day at the fantastical, sprawling multi-family home of Eldamar inside Eryn Lasgalen. Of course there's food, lots and lots of food. And weirdness.)

Holding his breath. Holding His Breath. (This dark tale begins with someone under literal water.)

“What shall we do together?” Nenni asked Amaranthine. Chiaroscuro. (Mother and very young daughter decide on what to do...)

The motions. They were the steps one danced when required to do so. The So Much There Still Was. (The words have to do with performing the necessary routines of life, but this is not living.)

Vanwë stared at the small loaf before him. Ghosts. (A diner ponders his bread.)

Lightly, Nenni found herself being shaken on the shoulder. Amaranthine. (A sleeper awakens).

The magnificent snow fortress gleamed in the pale winter sun. Under Pressure. [co-written with Zhie - who is the author of the opening sentence ;-) ] (Children have a magnificent snow fortress at a party.)

“I think we should celebrate,” suggested Gildor. Peacock. [co-written with Zhie - who is the author of the opening sentence ;-) Wait, does anyone detect a trend here?] (Gildor wants to celebrate having at last tidied up after a grand wedding celebration at a large shared home).

Tagging time: @spiced-wine-fic

[papamike64]

The official veil, the doorway into the fey wild, within a giant temple found at the heart of Faeleth, the city/state capital of the wood elves.

[dark-nat-ones-blessing]

A tiny Revenant!Nothing ficlet I forgot I wrote when I was possessed by the what-ifs around her near death experience in Session 15.

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In the darkness, Nuth becomes aware that she is a hellbound soul.

She sold that worthless bit of herself years ago now. Never thought what it would mean, really, for someone else to own it. She’d figured that was a future-her problem. Something for an older, smarter Nothing to work the fuck out.

But she doesn’t get to be older or smarter now, she guesses.

Come to me, child.

She follows the voice that’s guided her to safety ever since it first spoke to her. The darkness resolves into fire and gold. His horns spiral and fork; a gilded crown. It’s weird, getting to see him - that he’s not just a disembodied rumbling voice after all. He’s fucking huge, and as crimson as she is, and dressed fancy as all get out. Something about that makes her feel weird - him being fancy, gussied up like noble folk. Not what she imagined, but he’s the guy with her soul and her magic. Probably not for her to get weird about.

Nothing lifts her chin at him. “I’m dead, right?” she asks. “So, like, what now?”

What now, indeed? Golden eyes burn into hers. You return. Your work is not done. Your business is…unfinished.

“No shit,” Nothing replies, then, quickly, “Sorry. I mean, I know. I ain’t done yet.”

You are very close now. You will put an end to the abominations.

She feels his rage like scalding oil in her veins - shitty but bearable, but also everywhere. It sizzles under her skin. Whatever the Collector’s up to, he’s really, fully pissed about it. After a moment the heat stops being uncomfortable, kind of seeps into her bones, settles in until it’s part of her. Whatever the Collector’s up to, she’s fucking pissed about it, too. This is her rage. She’s not going to sit here dead while her kids are still in a cage, she’s going to tear the place apart for them, and for Spindle, too. Burn it to the fucking ground if she has to.

You are ready. Do not fail me.

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They’re trying to figure out what to do with her when Nothing’s body takes in a ragged breath that echoes off the tunnel walls, scaring the shit out of the lot of them. Faeleth’s rapier, still unsheathed, whips around to guard against whatever monster puppeteers the dead kid.

The dead kid hauls herself upright with her staff. The dead kid grins. Her eyes are deep orange embers, sockets full of flame, and behind those sharp teeth is a glow like the furnace of Dis. Dark blood and cranial fluid trickles down her cheek to drip from her chin and sizzle on the stone. “Sup, dorks? Also like chill out, yeah? Faeleth, wow. Jumpy much?” She rolls her flaming eyes and shrugs; the motion drizzles a little stream of red onto the pale cloth of her fancy white cloak. “Been told I ain’t done yet.”

Dark fire flickers at her fingertips as she toys with Spindle’s darts, nestles them between her knuckles - one, two, three, like claws.

“Got a promise to keep, don’t I?”

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Vannymorr's First Yule

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gW6escr

by AnnEllspethRaven, SonaBeanSidhe

It is a very special Yule at Eldamar in the forest community of New Lasgalen in general and the home of Eldamar in particular. Elves who have never been able to cross back from Valinor are able to visit for the first time in thousands of years...but everyone is busy relocating to Valinor! It may be the last time to share such a large meal and their quirky family traditions with so many guests from near and far for quite awhile...so naturally the day will unfold smoothly? Of course not, we wrote this.

The events that occur in the story can be considered to be compatible with the main fic. Though it's not Christmas for 2 months yet, consider the events in here as being parts of the story, Glimpse of the Future.

We tried so hard to have this ready for Christmas Day, we are sorry we didn't make it. I feel like some of this leaked into real life. Definitely my puppy read over my shoulder and got ideas. We won't be able to repeat the chapter release for New Year's as we have in the past, just doing this was our limit...we want to get back to writing the fic for you! Please everyone have a safe New Year's celebration!

Words: 21468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Lasg'len's Box of Crackers

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Dark Prince: Vanimórë

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Vanimórë, Faeleth, Earlene, Thranduil, Thanadir, Lorna, Maglor, Celegorm, Fëanor, Mairead, Khadakhir, Ossë, Ratiri, Daeron, Kelsey, Annwn - Character, Pat, Saoirse - Character, Harker, Idun, Erestor, Glorfindel, Ithiliel, Eleniel, Shane, Katje

Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Special, Big Extended Family, The Elvenking's Wine Cellar, Holiday at Eldmar, Bob Rivers Songs

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/gW6escr

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Vannymorr's First Yule

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/MDsRekQ

by AnnEllspethRaven, SonaBeanSidhe

It is a very special Yule at Eldamar in the forest community of New Lasgalen in general and the home of Eldamar in particular. Elves who have never been able to cross back from Valinor are able to visit for the first time in thousands of years...but everyone is busy relocating to Valinor! It may be the last time to share such a large meal and their quirky family traditions with so many guests from near and far for quite awhile...so naturally the day will unfold smoothly? Of course not, we wrote this.

The events that occur in the story can be considered to be compatible with the main fic. Though it's not Christmas for 2 months yet, consider the events in here as being parts of the story, Glimpse of the Future.

We tried so hard to have this ready for Christmas Day, we are sorry we didn't make it. I feel like some of this leaked into real life. Definitely my puppy read over my shoulder and got ideas. We won't be able to repeat the chapter release for New Year's as we have in the past, just doing this was our limit...we want to get back to writing the fic for you! Please everyone have a safe New Year's celebration!

Words: 21468, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Lasg'len's Box of Crackers

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Dark Prince: Vanimórë

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Vanimórë, Faeleth, Earlene, Thranduil, Thanadir, Lorna, Maglor, Celegorm, Fëanor, Mairead, Khadakhir, Ossë, Ratiri, Daeron, Kelsey, Annwn - Character, Pat, Saoirse - Character, Harker, Idun, Erestor, Glorfindel, Ithiliel, Eleniel, Shane, Katje

Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Special, Big Extended Family, The Elvenking's Wine Cellar, Holiday at Eldmar, Bob Rivers Songs

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/MDsRekQ

[theelvenhaven]

Warmth in Winter

Vanifinwe x Oradhon

Warning: NSFW, Sex

Dedicated to @saurons-flaming-eye with her OC Oradhon who we ship together.

Vanifinwe stretched out on the wolfskin rug that lay before the hearth in her shared bedroom. The silence outside stretched into her bedroom as the snow absorbed the usual sounds of the forests that were beyond Minas Mornedhel here in Nan Elmoth. She savored the stretch of silence even if the season and weather wasn’t ideal as it would be painfully cold, the warmth of the fire place licked and laved over her exposed skin. 

Her sheer negligee riding and bunching up around her thighs and a strap was fallen off her shoulder. She put her legs up as she lay on her front, crossing her ankles and slowly rocking them back and forth as her eyes scanned across the tengwar in the pages of her book. Something to help her pass the time as she refused to be out in this weather. 

Vanifinwe was hardly paying attention to the approaching footsteps, or the sounds of the bedroom door opening. Enthralled with what the heroine of her story was going to do next, not noticing as her husband, Oradhon stepped in through the door. He sighed out, bringing a hand to run through his blond hair as he shut the door behind him. Chilled from the winter air outside even despite dressing appropriately. 

He dusted some of the snow off his shoulders, before his silver eyes went to work looking around the room for his wife. Until finally they found a set of feet in the air just in front of the sofa. He smirked, forgetting the stresses of the hunt he usually loved so much as always did Vanifinwe put him in such a good and positive mood. He adored his wife, just as she adored him. 

Without making a sound did Oradhon carefully step across the floor, watching with intense eyes as his wife came into view fully. Her sheer negligee ridden up, exposing long slender legs, the curve of her ass, the dip in her perfect back with tendrils of wavy inky starless hair falling around her. Her skin kissed by the light of the Two Trees with fawn freckles dotting along her skin, Oradhon felt his heart leap into his throat seeing such a beautiful sight of his wife on display. 

He couldn’t help but give a rakish smile, letting his eyes roam over her form, before finally Oradhon opened his mouth to speak;

“My dear you do look lovely.” He began watching the way Vanifinwe seemed to perk up at the sound of his voice, his eyes swimming with desire as he watched her push aside the book and turn around on her back. Leaning up on her elbows so casually, yet putting herself on display for him. 

“Though… Perhaps I think you’d look even more beautiful wearing less.” He said with a wink, undoing the ties on his cape and furs, and letting it all fall to the floor unceremoniously. Oradhon watched the beautiful smile that spread across her full pink lips, looking up at him in almost a coy fashion and already could feel his cock twitch with excitement. 

“Mm.. I think you might be right.” She mused out in a huskier voice, noticing how his eyes trailed from her eyes, to her breasts lingering before they went even lower to the small smattering of black curls that lay between her legs. 

“Perhap you’d like to give me a hand and find out?” Vanifinwe continued with a note of feigned innocence in her voice, watching as Oradhon had already sat himself in the floor next to her. She watched eagerly as Oradhon moved to lean on his one arm, bringing the other to gently run a finger along the low cut neckline of her negligee. 

“I should like that very much, Vani.” The sound of his husky voice sent a fire burning through her loins. Oradhon could feel her body come to life as his hand caressed her collar bones and up her throat watching eagerly as her head tilted back before his hand came up to her jaw to cup. 

His thumb gently stroking her cheek before he slid it back down her neck and this time towards her breasts. Vanifinwe arched her body provocatively into his touch, as his touch left a fire in it’s wake. She was eager for more, for him, to be one with him. 

“Then please come help yourself.” She mused to him as he moved to dip his head in, prompting Vanifinwe to lay back into the floor on the wolfskin rug. His cold lips came connecting to the warm skin of her throat, feeling her quickened pulse beating against him. Trailing soft kisses down to her collar bones, her body again arching and pressing up into him with her hands coming to tangle beneath his shirt. Feeling his cold and hard muscles flex as he held himself up above her and his other hand kneading her breast in his palm. 

“Ah, my sweetheart, ever so eager…” Oradhon mused out with a soft moan, enticed by her restlessness and hunger for more of him. He could feel the way his trousers began to grow tight as his cock hardened. He began to nip lightly at her collar bones, making her shiver at his affections. 

“Always am I eager for you, meldanya.” Vanifinwe openly confessed to him as she freed a hand from his shirt to come and tangle in his soft blond, cropped hair. Comfortable to be able to tell him and not hide her desires for him. Oradhon’s hand released her soft breast, sliding it up to undo the ties of her negligee. 

“As I am for you, love…” He whispered as Vanifinwe guided his head up so their lips could meet. It was a soft and gentle caress at first, before her lips firmly pressed against his. Oradhon maneuvered himself to be in between her legs, feeling how they spread wider to accommodate him and his hands began to make work of her negligee. Stripping her out of it as he pulled it up, his hands skimming across her thighs and hips, up her stomach and over her bare breasts before he parted from her to slip it over her head.

Vanifinwe’s lips connected back to his, and her hands began not wasting any time as they came down to his trousers. Clumsily untying them, fumbling some as Oradhon slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her natural sweetness and the wine that she had earlier. 

He groaned as Vanifinwe’s hand dipped into his trousers, grabbing his cock feeling just how hard and sensitive he was twitching in her hands. While Vanifinwe pulled her hand back to push his trousers down, his cock springing free and her hand found him again. His hips twitching as she began to stroke him, 

“I love you…” She said in a husky breath, lips brushing against his before she kissed him again. There was a heavy sigh Oradhon released and his breath danced across her warm skin, growing drunk off of her affections. Taking a moment to register what it was she said as her hand became more vigorous in it’s ministrations, Oradhon felt pleasure rush through him, finally the words meeting his ears and mind, 

“I love you too, Vani.” He breathed out, reaching for her wrist bringing her to release his cock as he guided it above her head. Vanifinwe spread her legs wide to accommodate for him, eagerly pressing her hips upwards as she looked into half lidded silver eyes. Without wasting any more time, Oradhon guided the head of his cock to her dripping entrance. Parting her folds as he rubbed the head of his dick against her pussy, slickening him before he slowly sank into her warm wet walls. 

Feeling them clench around him, and a soft gasp left her lips. Body arching again, her nails biting into his knuckles as heat pulsed through her, and a coil in her belly winding ever so slightly. Oradhon closed his eyes for a moment as he continued to sheathe himself inside of her, groaning out as his hips met her ass, hilted fully. 

He opened his eyes once more as he rolled his hips, not fully thrusting and he heard her release a breathy sigh. Another pulse flowing through her as his pelvis rubbed against her clit, rolling his hips again, hitting deep inside of her. 

“Oradhon… Please..” Vanifinwe panted out, beginning to squirm, desperate for full thrusts, as his rolling wasn’t enough. It was teasing and he only seemed to do it again, with a small smirk on his lips. Vanifinwe raised her hips slightly, grinding them in return trying to encourage him to take her since her plea was falling on deaf ears, but it didn’t stop her from asking again. 

“Please meldanya…” She breathed out, her body arching as her freehand came to rest on his shoulder, clinging to his shirt as finally his hips snapped into her. Oradhon watched with excitement as he began to fuck her the way her body jolted, seeing her breasts begin to bounce as he drank in the sight. 

Listening to the way her moans dripped off her lips and he panted as her silken walls fluttered around his leaking cock. Even despite the lack of foreplay she was dripping, audible wet sounds ringing out coupled with the sound of his skin slapping against her ass. Desire and pleasure flowed through him as his heart pounded in his chest, before dipping his head down to kiss at her neck. 

Vanifinwe spread her legs wider, tilting her head to the side, her breath tickling his ear as Oradhon kissed and bit at her neck. Sucking against her skin, leaving little red marks in his wake, hips continuing their hard thrusts. 

Oradhon rested on his elbow that held her hand, while his freehand came to dive between their legs where they were connected. His now warm thumb coming to press against her clit and he felt her legs spasm at the sudden welcomed pressure and the moaning gasp that left her lips. Her fingers digging deeper into his shoulder before gliding around him to hold him close to her. 

Oradhon’s thumb rubbed in a slow circular motion against her clit, as he continued to thrust into her. Vanifinwe’s voice climbing higher in her moans and her body squirming as it was all so much and so little in the same breath. But by the stars did it feel sinfully good as the pleasure coated her veins, hands going numb and her toes starting to curl. 

As Oradhone continued to rub a little faster with a little more pressure, Vanifinwe could feel the coil in her belly winding tighter. Her body tensing and winding up, legs trying to close around him, squeezing into his side before finally the flames in her belly leapt forward and the coil snapped. Vanifinwe released a cry of bliss as she came around him, her walls fluttering around his cock making Oradhon shudder.

His eyes committing her spasms and trembling to memory as he watched her unravel in full. She was a beautiful sight as a moaning and whining mess beneath him, especially as he continued. Oradhon’s lips dipping down to capture hers, his thumb leaving her throbbing clit, with Vanifinwe eagerly kissing him back. Wrapping a leg around his waist, and Oradhon began to thrust harder and faster into her pussy. 

Chasing after his own release, his pelvis rubbing still against her clit overstimulating her. Bringing her to whine into his mouth as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, Vanifinwe brought a hand to run through his platinum hair. Angling her hips upward with shaky legs, Oradhon feeling everything tighten, panting as he broke the kiss. 

Groans dripping from his lips, her wetness audible and skin slapping out loudly. He felt his cock twitch and pulse as pleasure before finally his hips stuttered and faltered as he began to cum. Oradhon’s breaths coming out shaky and panting, slowing down in his thrusting before his lips connected back to Vanifinwe’s. Eeking out his satisfaction until he was finally finished and slowly did he break the kiss.

Pulling away enough to look down at his wife who smiled up at him, Oradhon couldn’t help but mirror her expression. Before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, with care Oradhon slipped his softening cock from her pussy, sitting up enough on his knees to pull his trousers up before he moved to take his place next to her. Vanifinwe rolled over onto her side and Oradhon wrapped his arm around her pulling her in close to him. 

“I love you Oradhon…” Vanifinwe said to him softly, snuggling in close, and he couldn’t help but smile to hear her say such tender things. 

“And I love you Vani… Never leave me…” He uttered, turning his head to press another kiss to the top of her head, Vanifinwe hummed as her arm wrapped around his waist, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Never, meldanya.” She assured him warmly and almost in a sleepy manner. She’d need a bath she was sure of it, but for the moment Vanifinwe couldn’t bring herself to part from Oradhon. She just wanted to be close with her husband, after such a long day alone this was just the soothing balm she needed. 

[theladyvanya]

New updated Artbreeder picture of Vanifinwë 💖

Felt I needed to revamp her artbreeder photo, she looks so much more realistic. I’m so in love with her! 🥰

[arofili]

the line of elros ❖ stewards of gondor ❖ headcanon disclaimer

          Morwen was the sister of Steward Orodreth and the grandmother of Steward Egalmoth. She was a sculptor, close friends with her law-sister Beleth, and through Beleth’s affiliation with the artists of Minas Tirith she met the jewelsmith Dammoron. Though her father Belecthor I at first disapproved of Dammoron courting his daughter, the two were eventually wed in a grand and happy ceremony.           Dammoron and Morwen had but one child, who from an early age expressed her true nature as a girl rather than the boy she had been mistaken for at birth. Though at that time Gondor was strict in its adherence to gender roles, Morwen and Dammoron supported their daughter, who chose the name Adanel after the wise-woman of ancient times. When Minas Tirith grew too suffocating, they removed to Lossarnach where Adanel was free to be herself without the expectations placed upon her by those who had known her since birth.           Adanel grew in wisdom and courage, and soon was wed to her sweetheart Faeleth, a woman of Lossarnach. When it became clear that Steward Ecthelion I would take no wife of his own, he reached out to his cousin Adanel and they began a friendship through letters.           Like Adanel, Ecthelion felt trapped in the expectations placed upon him in Minas Tirith, but unlike her could not flee for he was the Steward’s heir. Adanel commiserated with him, and when Faeleth bore her a son, Egalmoth, she promised that she would raise him to become Ecthelion’s heir so that he need not worry about finding a wife he could not love.

[shrimpgendered]

*posts memes about me and my friend's D&D characters with no context*

[rrruthieh]

Faeleth, eladrin wild magic sorcerer for @/sbhelgesen

[scanlans-and-shorthalts]

Some of the most recent dnd doodles of mikhail and his new friend faeleth

[dark-nat-ones-blessing]

oh shit, it’s the same kid

tfw you only now realise the grubby tiefling kid you’re hanging out with is that one baby you dumped on the church doorstep, what, like 14 years ago? after assassinating her parents? this may cause problems further down the line.

(I found this sitting in my D&D sketchdumps and doodles folder, never coloured and never finished??)

[elesianne]

A Silmarillion fanfic for @officialtolkiensecretsanta​

Summary: Finrod arrives in Dorthonion with the first snows to spend time with little Gil-galad and speak of the future with Orodreth. He does not quite manage not to bring the shadows of past and future alike with him.

Length: ~1,500 words; Rating: General audiences; Some keywords: Family, (angsty) foresight, First Age, not a kidfic

A/N: This fic takes place between Dagor Aglareb, the Glorious Battle, and the completion of Nargothrond. For this fic, I've written Gil-galad as the son of Orodreth son of Angrod, and as having been born by this time. For more info about canon, see end notes.

AO3 link

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Posterity of Finarfin

'Come, come!' Little Gil-galad takes his hand and tugs, and of course Finrod follows. When the boy starts slipping on the ice ground in his haste and his father, walking by Finrod's side, starts looking worried, Finrod scoops Gil-galad up in his arms.

'Tell me where to go', he says, and the boy tells him eagerly, eyes shining bright. His mother did well to name him for them.

They end up at the little lake just outside the walls of Angrod and Aegnor's keep. Finrod has been here once before, swimming with Aegnor on a balmy but rainy summer's day. It tends to rain in Dorthonion.

Now it snows only lightly, and it is the easiest thing for Finrod to pretend at delighted surprise when Gil-galad points at the blades with straps that Orodreth has been carrying. An excited child is enough to hold at bay Finrod's distaste for snow and ice, and indeed it is seeing how Gil-galad has grown that made Finrod ride to the uplands with the same wind that brought the year's first snows.

'We're going skating', Gil-galad declares, and boasts of being very good at it, inquiring whether Finrod knows how to skate.

'Not well', Finrod lies to his great-nephew that he is growing as fond of as he is of his nephew. 'Will you show me how?' he asks.

Gil-galad is more than happy to, and shows all the turns and stops and the speed that he has learned, taking more than one tumble in the process. Orodreth is ready with a comforting word whenever needed, patient and indulging in his son and uncle's merriment.

Eventually Gil-galad tires himself out while the short winter day's light dies around them. When he skates straight into a snowbank and stays lying there, face half in the snow, giggling, Orodreth comes to pick him up.

'I think it is time for some warm drinks in the hall', he says with dry amusement as he detaches the blades from Gil-galad's boots. 'And perhaps a nap for the smaller skaters.'

Gil-galad protests but soon nods off when they are settled in the large chairs in front of the fire in the great hall of the keep.

Finrod sips at his warm, spiced wine and looks at the little boy dozing in his father's lap, his cheeks red and dark-golden curls messy.

'Rodnor Gil-galad, posterity of the house of wise, gentle Finarfin', Finrod says quietly to Orodreth. That last name, one that his father never spoke, one of which Finrod is still not sure Finarfin himself would approve, still feels strange on his tongue. He wonders how many more decades of the new years of the Sun it will take for it not to.

Orodreth smooths Gil-galad's messy locks with sure fingers and ever-so-content expression. Finrod tamps down a tendril of yearning and jealousy that threatens to rise within him –

(He knows that if he lets, it will bring with it dreams of another, never-existing child with golden hair in the arms of its golden-haired mother, and Finrod has neither of them, and he must not  allow himself to –)

And he tries to let himself fill instead with gladness for his nephew, dear to him always, for he is glad that he found what Finrod did not know how to hold on to.

'My new stronghold will soon be finished', he says to Orodreth. 'Next summer, or autumn at the latest, said the leader of the works when I rode away.'

'Rode to here.' Orodreth smiles. 'To the place with the worst winter weather in all of Beleriand, save for Maedhros's bare hill, perhaps.'

'To my family.'

'You are always welcome here.'

'As are you in Minas Tirith, and in Nargothrond as well, as soon as it is finished. But it is Minas Tirith that I want you to come to as soon as the roads are safer to travel and your lady can let you travel without worry. I want you to decide what changes you will make.'

Orodreth raises his eyebrows in reply.

'Come now, nephew', says Finrod. 'You must know I have considered you my heir ever since – ever since it became apparent that I have need for such a thing. I intend to move to Nargothrond and rule my realm from there, and I want you to come to Minas Tirith and keep the watch on Sirion for me.'

In the firelight, Finrod watches emotions shift in Orodreth's eyes. 'Thank you for the honour, my lord', he says at length. 'I will keep it well for you. For you, and for Gil-galad should I fall while Tol Sirion is in my keeping.'

Finrod gives a nod of acknowledgement, turning the green-stoned ring on his finger. He says, 'And should I fall, you shall be the heir to all my lands if your father and uncle still hold their own.'

Orodreth looks conflicted again. 'I do not know whether to remind you that you could marry, or to thank you, or to say that I hope I will never wear your crown. For your sake, and my father's and uncle Aegnor's.'

'You need not do any of those. In any case, it has been obvious if not official for years. There will be no other heir, no matter what you or others might say – indeed, your father reminded me of the same when I talked with him of this many winters ago – nor do you need to thank me. Who knows, perhaps your inheritance will be a thankless one in the end.'

After a moment of staring into the fire, patting Gil-galad's back with gentle hands, Orodreth says, 'Let us not think of such dark possibilities on this day; it is a distant prospect after all. Let us instead decide what we will do tomorrow. No doubt Gil-galad will want to spend it with his great-uncle Finrod. Just your presence is a great gift to him at this age.'

'And his to me.' Finrod grins. 'Aegnor mentioned yesterday that some young warriors of his have made a hill perfect for sledding down. That sounds like something that your brave lad would enjoy.'

'They have indeed, one that is far too steep for children! But Aegnor and his men will be happy to see you make a fool of yourself tumbling down that hill as soon as they return from their patrol.'

'Then I shall have to see whether I have time for that in between my plans with Gil-galad. How is he with his wooden sword these days? Ready to spar with his great-uncle?'

Orodreth grins, a proud father. 'Willing to spar, certainly. Able to do it without falling over in his enthusiasm? Not so certainly.'

'I dare say we will cope.' Finrod smiles, wistful but not too sad, for it has been a glad day. He is always glad of days with his family. He says, 'It feels like it has been three blinks of an eye since I was sparring with you with wooden swords.'

'Yet it was in another world.'

'Indeed. And we hardly knew what we were doing.' They had been untested by battle, unbloodied, not even knowing what battle they were preparing for, only that they should. They – the adults of the family – had forged swords and had just about learned to wield them when they made wooden ones to start teaching the children.

All out of nebulous fears that they'd wished wouldn't realise; but somewhere deep in those places where foresight lives, quiet but for its rare unbidden words, Finrod and his father and sister had known that the swords would be wielded on fields of battle, not only in training matches within the high walls of lush gardens.

He is wondering whether he should explain some of this to Orodreth – why they ended his childhood with their formless fears; somehow there has never been time before, but now they have had decades of relative peace, the hurry of building defences and watchtowers eventually giving space for reflection – when the great doors of the hall open and in pours a flurry of snow, and Orodreth's lady Faeleth.

Orodreth's face lights up at the sight of his wife.

'Will you hold him?' he asks, handing Finrod his still-slumbering son without waiting for reply.

He hurries to his wife, making a fuss over her. Finrod turns away from looking at him take off her snowy cloak, feeling as if he is intruding on something private in the middle of the great hall bustling with people.

As Orodreth lingers with Faeleth, Finrod stands up and stands as close to the fire as he dares with Gil-galad in his arms.

'May you never be king', Finrod says quietly to the sleeping child, small and dear. 'May you not become another link in a chain of broken kings, for that is what you would have to be. May you never wear my crown.'

*

A/N: Notes on canon:

Tolkien does not indicate when this version of Gil-galad, the final one that he conceived of but didn’t have time to consolidate into much of his writings, was born.

The canon about him is in The Peoples of Middle-Earth, pages 350-351 in my copy. His mother is left unnamed – she is only described as ‘a Sindarin lady of the North’ – so I gave her the name Faeleth.

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[lesbiansforboromir]

Family tree of all Boromir’s large extended family including names for unnamed woman and filler characters that I just made up for flavour.

This has a little extra than the timeline like the Steward’s connection to Pinnath Gelin and some more of Rohan’s royal line. 

Timeline pertaining to Boromir and his extended family and Gondor and Rohan as a whole below the cut. 

Begins with Turin II becoming the ruling Steward of Gondor. If you see inaccuracies then please give me a bell.

2882 Death of Thorondir, Turin II becomes ruling Steward of Gondor. 2883 Birth of Lord Faelon the Fisher, Lord of Pelargir. 2886 Birth of Ecthelion II, son of Steward Turgon. 2899 Death of the unnamed eighteenth Prince of Dol Amroth. The eighteenth Prince's son, Aglahad, becomes the nineteenth Prince of Dol Amroth. 2901 Most of the remaining inhabitants of Ithilien desert it, owing to the attacks of Uruks of the Morgul Vale. The secret refuge of Henneth Annûn is built. 2903 Birth of Mesgiel of Pelargir, Wife of Ecthelion II, sister to Faelon. Death of Folcwine, Fengel takes the sceptre of Rohan. 2905 Birth of Thengel, son of King Fengel of Rohan. 2907 Birth of Gilraen, mother of Aragorn. 2911 The Fell Winter, Wolves invade Eriador. 2912 Devastating floods in Minhiriath and Enedwaith, death of Argonui, Arador becomes Chieftain of the Dúnedain, Tharbad deserted. Saruman discovers Sauron is searching the Gladden Fields. 2914 Death of Túrin II, Turgon becomes Ruling Steward of Gondor. 2917 Birth of Prince Adrahil of Dol Amroth. Birth of Cardir, Seneschal of Tumladen. 2920 Prince Thengel leaves Rohan’s court due to a break with his father and is welcomed in Gondor. 2921 Lord Faelon the Fisher weds Tinnoril of Pelargir. Birth of Sirgon, son of Faelon. 2922 Birth of Morwen Steelsheen. 2924 Birth of Lady Arasser of Lamedon. Mesgiel of Pelargir weds Steward Ecthelion II. 2925 Birth of Lady Terenis, eldest daughter of Steward Ecthelion. Birth of Laegeth of Cair Andros. 2927 Birth of Lady Vanyalos, youngest daughter of Steward Ecthelion. 2929 Arathorn II weds Gilraen. 2930 Death of Arador, Arathorn II becomes Chieftain of the Dúnedain. Birth of Denethor II 2931 Birth of Aragorn. 2932 Death of Prince Aglahad, Angelimir becomes Prince of Dol Amroth. 2933 Death of Arathorn II, Aragorn becomes Chieftain of the Dúnedain. 2935 Birth of Forlong, Lord of Lossenarch. 2939 Saruman discovers that Sauron's servants are searching the Anduin near Gladden Fields, and that Sauron therefore has learned of Isildur's end. He is alarmed, but says nothing to the White Council. 2941 Sauron driven from Dol Guldur, Battle of Five Armies. Dáin II becomes King of Erebor. 2942 Sauron returns in secret to Mordor. 2943 Prince Thengel of Rohan weds Morwen Steelsheen. 2944 Birth of Princess Eadoina, eldest daughter of Prince Thengel. 2945 Birth of Princess Éadwara, second eldest daughter of Prince Thengel. Prince Adrahil weds Lady Arasser of Lamedon. 2946 Birth of Princess Aldwyn, third eldest daughter of Prince Thengel. 2947 Death of Faeron, Sirgon becomes Lord of Lebennin. Birth of Ivriniel, first daughter of Prince Adrahil.  2948 Birth of Théoden, Son of Thengel. 2950 Birth of Finduilas, second daughter of Prince Adrahil. 2951 Sauron declares himself openly and gathers power in Mordor. He begins the rebuilding of Barad-dûr and sends three Nazgûl to reoccupy Dol Guldur. Gondor. 2952 Aragorn discovers his true name from Elrond and goes into the Wild. 2953 The Dark Tower rises again. Last meeting of the White Council. They debate the Rings of Power. Saruman feigns that he has discovered that the One Ring has passed down Anduin to the Sea. Saruman withdraws to Isengard, which he takes as his own, and fortifies it. Being jealous and afraid of Gandalf he sets spies to watch all his movements; and notes his interest in the Shire. He soon begins to keep agents in Bree and the Southfarthing.. Death of Steward Turgon, Ecthelion II becomes Ruling Steward of Gondor, Saruman begins to fortify Isengard, death of King Fengel, Thengel returns from Gondor to take the throne of Rohan, Theoden accompanies him. 2954 Mount Doom bursts into flame again. The last inhabitants of Ithilien flee over Anduin. 2955 Birth of Imrahil, son of Prince Adrahil. 2957 Sirgon weds Laegeth of Cair Andros Aragorn begins his great journeys as Thorongil. 2960 Birth of Siriel, daughter of Lord Sirgon. 2961 Birth of Lorvegil, eldest son of Lord Sirgon. 2963 Birth of Théodwyn, youngest daughter of Thengel. 2964 Birth of Falathran, youngest son of Sirgon. Lady Vanyalos weds Lord Forlong of Lossenarch. 2967 Birth of Tathrenes, eldest daughter of Lord Forlong. 2969 Birth of Lothuial, second eldest daughter of Lord Forlong. 2970 Lady Terenis weds Cardir of Tumladen. 2973 Prince Theoden weds Elfhild of Rohan. 2974 Birth of Collas, youngest daughter of Lord Forlong. Birth of Eradan II, eldest son of Lady Terenis and Cardir of Tumladen. 2976 Denethor II weds Finduilas 2977 Birth of Halas II, youngest son of Lady Terenis and Cardir of Tumladen. Death of Angelimir, Adrahil II becomes Prince of Dol Amroth.  2978 Births of Boromir and Théodred. Death of Elfhild in childbirth. 2979 Death of Falathran in the sudden increase in Corsair hostilities. 2980 Attack on Umbar. Death of Thengel, Theoden takes the Throne of Rohan. Adventures of Thorongil end and Aragorn and Arwen are betrothed. About this time Gollum reaches the confines of Mordor and becomes acquainted with Shelob. 2983 Siriel weds Beinor of Minas Tirith. Birth of Faramir. 2984 Deaths of Ecthelion II, Denethor becomes Ruling Steward of Gondor. Denethor II begins to use the Anor-stone. 2985 Birth of Hirgon, son of Siriel. 2988 Death of Finduilas after a period of illness.  2989 Éomund weds Théodwyn. 2990 Saruman begins breeding Orcs. Birth of Erchirion son of Prince Imrahil. Birth of Belegorn, son of Tathrenes out of wedlock. 2991 Birth of Éomer, son of Eomund. Lady Tathrenes weds a Knight Barahon of Imloth Melui. 2992 Death of Cardir, Seneschal of Tumladen, killed defending the fords of the river Sirith. Eradan II becomes lord of Tumladen. 2993 Birth of Cúlalf, second son of Lady Tathrenes. 2994 Destruction of Balin's colony, birth of Amrothos, son of Prince Imrahil. 2995 Births of Falasser, son of Lorvegil. Birth of Eowyn, daughter of Eomund. Birth of Cordover, third son of Tathrenes. Lothuial weds Lord Rondil of Arnach. 2998 Siriel killed whilst helping evacuate the city, Beinor leaves Pelargir and raises Hirgon in Minas Tirith. 2999 Birth of Lothíriel, daughter of Prince Imrahil. Birth of Cúdulus, youngest son of Lady Tathrenes. 3000 The shadow of Mordor lengthens. Saruman dares to use the palantír of Orthanc, but becomes ensnared by Sauron, who has the Ithil-stone. He becomes a traitor to the White Council. His spies report that the Shire is being closely guarded by the Rangers. Birth of Celebros, daughter of Lorvegil. (79) Birth of Rhossolas, daughter of Lady Lothuial.  3001 Bilbo's birthday feast.  3002 Easterlings attack the Eastemnet of Rohan aided by the orcs of the White mountains. Death of Éomund battling Orcs at Emyn Muil. Death of Théodwyn, Eomer and Eowyn are adopted into King Theoden’s house. Bilbo comes to Imladris. 3006 Birth of Pelilas, youngest daughter of Lady Lothuial. Death of Rondil of Arnach during a corsair siege. Death of Collas, daughter of Vanyalos, killed in an ambush whilst tending to the wounded refugees. 3007 Death of Lorvegil in ship combat, Sirgon takes in Celebros and Falasser. 3009 Gandalf and Aragorn renew their hunt for Gollum at intervals during the next eight years, searching in the vales of Anduin, Mirkwood, and Rhovanion to the confines of Mordor. At some time during these years Gollum himself ventured into Mordor, and was captured by Sauron.  3010 Death of Adrahil II, Imrahil becomes Prince of Dol Amroth. 3012 Eradan II weds Gladhriel of Lamedon. Death of Arasser, mother of Prince Imrahil, at the age of 88. 3014 Théoden begins to fall ill after a wound and his counselor, Gríma Wormtongue, begins to gain power over the King. Birth of Faeleth, daughter of Eradan II. Death of Mesgiel, mother of Denethor II, at the age of 111. 3015 Prince Elphir weds Síloril of Dol Amroth. Death of Morwen Steelsheen at the age of 93. 3017 Birth of Lenneth, Falasser’s daughter out of wedlock. Her father claims her. Birth of Thorondir II, son of Eradan II. Birth of Alphros son of Prince Elphir. Gollum is released from Mordor. Aragorn captures Gollum in the Dead Marshes. On his way to Mirkwood, Aragorn crosses the Anduin assisted by the Beornings. Gandalf visits Minas Tirith and reads the scroll of Isildur. He then leaves for the Shire. On his way northwards, Gandalf gets word from Lothlórien that Aragorn passed by with captured Gollum, and changes his course to meet him. Aragorn brings Gollum to Thranduil in Mirkwood. Gandalf comes to Thranduil and questions Gollum. Gandalf leaves Mirkwood and resumes his course west for Hobbiton. 3018 Boromir and Faramir receive the riddle in their sleep. Sauron attacks Osgiliath. Death of Eradan II and Cúlalf, killed defending the bridge of Osgiliath beside their cousins Boromir and Faramir. Thorondir II becomes lord of Tumladen with his mother acting as his regent. About the same time Thranduil is attacked, and Gollum escapes. Boromir sets out from Minas Tirith for Rivendell. Gandalf imprisoned in Orthanc. Sauron learns of the treachery of Saruman, Frodo reaches Rivendell, the Council of Elrond is held and the Fellowship of the Ring formed. Belegorn, son of Tathrenes, engaged to a healer of Arnach. Birth of Alwed, son of Rhossolas out of wedlock.  3019 Deaths of Gollum, Boromir, Denethor II, Dáin II, Brand, Lotho Sackville-Baggins, Saruman, Théoden, Nazgûl destroyed, One Ring destroyed, End of Sauron, Bard II becomes King of Dale, Thorin III Stonehelm becomes King of Erebor, Aragorn takes the name Elessar, Aragorn takes the Sceptre of the Reunited Kingdom, Mirkwood renamed Eryn Lasgalen, East Lórien founded. 3020 Drúedain destroy remnant of Saruman's Orcs, Faramir and Éowyn wed. 3021 Éomer and Lothíriel wed. Elrond, Galadriel, Gandalf, Bilbo and Frodo pass over the Sea.

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

Light From the Shadow Part 2

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings

Pairing:  Aragorn /Reader

Characters: Reader, Aragorn, Gandalf, Elrond

Word Count: 1959

Warning: Talk of death and torture

Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you all for the kind words on the first part, they meant the world to me! I’m sorry this part took so long, but between needing to write original content and a struggling muse, I didn’t get it done as quickly as I would’ve liked :( 

This part is longer though and has some explanations, so I hope you enjoy!

Part 1 

The dull ache in your temple was what roused you, pulling you back from the darkness. You were lying on something soft, but it only took a subtle shift to feel that whatever was under you was not all that thick, and hard floor was barely being concealed. Opening your eyes for the first time, you looked up at a  bare stone ceiling that had seen better days. A cell. You shifted again, moving to brace your hands on the ground to push yourself up, but the movement was restricted when you failed to spread your arms with a soft clink. Shackles. Naturally. With what remained of your patience shortening by the second, you managed to force yourself into a sitting position and fully took in your surroundings.

Your first assumption had been right; you were in a cell. Three stone walls stood around you, the fourth made of bars that looked out into a cold hall that was no doubt filled with other similar prisons. Metal shackles were clamped around your wrists, limiting your movements, and another sat around your ankle. You followed the chain to see that it connected to the back wall, preventing you from walking too far ahead. Your armour and weapons had been stripped from you, leaving you in just your blood red robe. You pulled it up, revealing a bandage around your calf. A dressing for the injury Isildur’s heir had inflicted upon you when he’d tripped you.

Him.

Why had he not killed you? He’d acted as though he knew you, but that made no sense. Never had your paths crossed. You only knew of him by name and that he was wanted dead by Lord Sauron.  

“Finally awake then.” A man came into view, a soldier. “Pity.”

You said nothing in return, just stared at him.

“Lord Aragorn should have killed you when he had the chance. To spend resources on someone like you…”

That made you smirk. You rose to your feet, smoothly despite the shackles, and walked as close to the bars as the chain would allow. Your leg throbbed in pain, but you ignored it. “Then free me, and I will be gone from your sight. A thing both of us would find agreeable.” You spoke softly, almost sweetly. “Or you could come with me. By my side, we could do great things together. Is that not what you wish? You could lead your own armies, command them to do your will, instead of having to follow the orders from those who do not care about you. None here would weep at your death. But next to me, death would never find you. We would live forever, mighty and powerful, in control of our own destinies.”

One thing your Master had taught you was that the right words, spoken at the right time, could have more power than weapons, could sway even the deadliest of enemies. The soldier before you certainly did not meet that quota, and already you could see the wavering in his features. “What is it you wish for most? Free me from these bonds and I will see it granted.”

“I...I wish…” The soldier reached for the keys on his belt, unhooking them.

“Yes? Tell me, brother, and you will have.”

The metal jangled as the soldier found the right key and held it up to the lock. “I-”

“What are you doing?!” Another soldier burst around the corner, and the one in front of you jerked back, looking stunned as he came back to himself.

“Her! She...she cast some spell upon me!”

“I merely spoke the words you wanted to hear. Told you of the fate you could have if you chose the right side!”

“You asked me what I wished, well I wish you would use your evil magic and rid this world of your presence! Lord Aragorn will soon march upon the Black Gate, and he will be victorious, and you and all your brethren will suffer!”

You snarled, your cuffs clanging loudly against the bars as you grabbed them. “He will lose, and you will all die!” You yelled as the soldiers retreated. “There is no defeating the Great Eye! You will beg for death before the end!”

~

You believed your words. It was impossible for mere mortals to defeat Lord Sauron. Even with someone like Isildur’s heir leading them, the task was laughable. So you sat in your cell and waited. Guards always delivered your food in duos, and they always rotated who, never risking you wooing another into freeing you. It mattered not. Soon the pathetic, ranger-led army would perish, and you would be freed.

Then the unthinkable happened.

The pain struck you hard and fast, knocking the air from your lungs as a searing agony shot its way through your head.

No. No, it could not be. It was impossible.

The soldiers laughed when they confirmed it true.

Sauron had been defeated. His ring destroyed, destroying him in the process. Everything you had fought for...gone. What purpose did you have now? The one thing you had to do was fight to earn him dominance, and now that had been stolen from you. You no longer had an aim, a reason to be.

Those thoughts you kept to yourself, instead spitting venomous words at any who approached you. If they believed you would be so easily broken and defeated, they were wrong. You would fight with all the malice of your Masters until this Aragorn finally saw fit to kill you.

It was several days after your defeat when he and two others walked down the steps to your cell. You knew who they were, and snarled as they approached. Your Master had shown them to you many times, telling you of their evil power, how they were your biggest threats. You were no match for them, and honeyed words would be of no use, but that did not mean you would cower away at the sight.

Standing to full height, you watched as Aragorn, the Elf Lord Elrond, and Mithrandir came to a stop before you.

They were silent at first, watching you watch them. Aragorn looked sorrowful again, still to your confusement, the Elf looked unhappy, his eyebrows furrowed together, and a deep scowl set onto his face, and the wizard… The wizard looked upon you with neutrality. He was the one who unsettled you the most.

“What is your name?” It was Mithrandir who spoke first. He was not overly loud, yet still, the authority rippled forth. It was easy to see how so many looked at him for guidance.

You said nothing.

“Whom do you serve?”

You stared forward, meeting the wizard’s eyes and refusing to wilt away under the intensity of it.

“Do not try us, you will answer our questions!” The Elf spoke, snapping your attention away from Mithrandir.

“Or what?” You hissed, “You’ll kill me? The ranger has made it clear that he would not allow it. Or do you intend on keeping me locked up here? I would sooner rot than obey you.”

“You speak as though you hold great power, I assure you, you do not.”

“I hold power enough! I am Asgareth, servant to the Great Eye! I trained under the King of Angmar. I, who am his right hand while he is Sauron’s, will bring death upon those who oppose us! Return to me my blade, and I will smite you all!”

“Enough!” Aragorn shouted before either of the other two could retaliate. “Your Masters are dead!”

“Yet I will carry out their orders until my own dying breath. It is who I am!”

“You are Y/N of the Dúnedain, daughter of Faeleth and Beinion, two of our greatest warriors. You are a ranger, sworn to protect these lands from harm!”

“Izg bolvag lat uluk sha dhaub gurz!” You yelled in the speech of Mordor, cursing them painful deaths, and turned away, breathing heavily. The names spoken struck something deep inside you, though you did not recognise them, or know why they caused a brief stab of pain.

“Let us leave, Aragorn. We have learned enough,” Mithrandir spoke from behind you, and soon the sound of retreating footsteps could be heard as they left you behind.

The doors to the cells closed with a heavy thud as the trio walked to more private quarters. Aragron slumped down into a chair with a weary sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I do not understand. With them dead should their power over her not be gone?”

“It depends on what they did to her. You are sure, Aragorn, that it is Y/N?” Gandalf asked, sitting across the table from Aragorn.

“Her face has filled my dreams since she went missing all those years ago. I assumed her dead. The rest of the scouting party met the same fate.”

“Yet her body was never recovered?”

“Just her weapons. Wargs had gotten to the others, their bodies defiled. I believed hers had been too, dragged off to a den mother perhaps. I was a fool.”

“Not a fool. No one would think that she had been taken by Him.”

With another sigh, Aragorn looked up at Gandalf. “What do I do? How do I help her?”

“The solution, to me, is clear,” Elrond said from where he stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back. He turned to face the others. “We must kill her.”

Aragorn laughed, but the smile died from his lips when he saw Elrond’s seriousness. “You must be jesting, my Lord?”

“Your friend is gone, Aragorn, as painful as it may be to admit. In the pits of Angmar, her mind was broken and stripped from her, replaced with the one we see now. The one who’s only thoughts and desires is that of pain and revenge. She will not cease.”

“No. No. She reacted when I told her who she truly was!”

“She cursed us in the foulest of speeches. I would not say that was positive.”

“It could perhaps be that the cause for such an extreme response was some part of her mind knows Aragorn spoke true, yet refuses to admit it,” Gandalf added, looking between the others.

“Perhaps,” Elrond conceded. “Perhaps there is a sliver of a chance you can return her to her right mind, but think, Aragorn. For her to remember who she is, would mean remembering everything. All the pain and torture she went through at the hands of the Witch-King, the heinous things she did in his service. Your friend was good of heart, to force her to remember all that sorrow and evil, could harm her worse than any torture she experienced in Angmar.”

Aragorn looked away, down at his hands for a moment, and then to Gandalf. “Lord Elrond speaks wisely, Aragorn. It may indeed be a greater kindness to give Y/N a swift death that to force her through more pain.”

There was silence in the room while they waited for Aragorn to think and say something. He rose first, pacing across the floor. “Neither of you knew Y/N before. She has faced challenges that would send many men home to their mother and triumphed. She volunteered to lead the scouting party into Angmar. No one else stepped up to the challenge. She was, is, bold, and fearless and strong. I will win her mind back, and face the repercussions together.”

Elrond frowned, stepping forward. “Aragorn, think wisely-”

“All I have done is think since I came across Y/N on the field of Pelennor. I am done. I do not know how, but on this, I swear; I will bring back she who was to be my wife.”

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