My little hope

My Little Hope
Disclaimer- I obviously don’t own LOTR and this is just for my amusement and the fact that I’m really bored, I’m not making any money off of this.
Authors Note- This is about Aragorn’s mother, and how she and Aragorn come to Rivendell and adjust to living with Elves, and how Aragorn grew up. I’m not really staying close to the book on this, so there’s a little warning for you. I hope you enjoy this, please review!
BTW this first chapter is the prequel so it is pretty short.




The night was cold and windy, and the rain was pouring down. A woman carrying a small child, not more than two, was finding her way through the forest, holding a letter in her hand. She walked quickly and quietly, hoping that no one would be able to catch her. She was heading for a small stable; a place she knew would provide temporary safety and a horse for her travels. Her face was worn and tired, and stained with blood and tears. She had barely gotten away that time, for the evil that hunted her was persistent and deadly. There was a look of desperation on her face, and a look of strength. She knew her goal and nothing could stop her from it. Nothing could stop her from protecting her child.
Gilraen tugged her cloak closer around her and her son as the rain picked up more. She felt her precious child she was holding cling to her in the freezing cold and heavy rain. Aragorn started to cry as hail started coming from the sky, and Gilraen shielded him from it.

“Were almost there, don’t cry” she whispered, trying to comfort him.

She saw the stable grow near, and picked up her pace to a near run, slowed down only by the winds and the fact that she was holding Aragorn in her arms. She finally got inside, and nearly collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. She had been running for nearly two days straight Her child was okay, cold and wet, but okay. He cried out for his father, bringing tears to her face. He had less than five days ago, and the grief of her husbands passing was piercing her heart. It tore her up that her child would be missing a father, and that she would never again get to watch her son play with his father, that he was now just a distant memory that would fade away in his mind as time went by.

“Hush child” she said in a soothing tone.

She started signing him the elvish song about the love of Beren and Luthien to try and soothe him to sleep. It worked. She held him for the night, too afraid to fall asleep, for then someone might find her child. For her child was special, many hunted him and seeked to destroy him, before he could fulfill his destiny. For the child was destined to be great, far greater than any could imagine, for he was the heir, the rightful king of Gondor, and fate had great plans for him, plans many were seeking to destroy. They had already killed his father, and were hunting her and her son. She knew where she had to go, to save her child, and that scared her. But she remembered the promise that the Elven Lord made to her long ago, and she knew that he would keep it.

“Goodnight, my little hope” she whispered to him softly, barely audible over the howling wind. “Goodnight, my Estel”.