The Queen of Gondor

The end of the Dunedain

Let's go for some downs,
All translations are from Sindarin.
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I'm re-reading the last letter Aragorn wrote to me almost 3 weeks ago.

Hey Narw,

So, Nas' married. Nat's pregnant. I'm doing well. (Your Mother says I am not taking good care of myself and you should come back to keep me in check. I highly disagree.) Patrols are very quiet, the most exciting there was, was a wolf pack passing the other side of the river.

We all miss you terribly and hope you are doing well.

Now, I didn't understand what you meant when you said we are courting in Rivendell. Do you wish to court me in Rivendell? Or did Elrond understand that we are courting?

See you soon, and very soon, I need my second in command.

I smile but frown. His letters don't take this long usually. I stand up and head to the library.

--

It has been a month and I am sick of waiting so I am all packed up and heading to the stables.

"Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?"

"No, Elrohir. I cannot stay any longer." I respond for the fifth time.

"Your worried about that Chief of yours, aren't you?" Elladan grins.

"Him, Nas, Nat and all the other Rangers." I smile softly at the thought of my other family.

"Travel safely."

"I will, Arwen."

"Be careful."

"Yes, Lindir, I will be."

"You are welcome here."

"Thank you, my Lord Elrond."

"Don't forget to breathe when you flip you opponent over."

"I won't, Elladan."

"And keep that head of yours away from the others weapon."

"I have experience, Elrohir, I know where my head belongs." I answer all of them.

"And your heart." Arwen smiles.

"I still have to tell him that everyone in Rivemdell believes us to be courting." I chuckle as I stroke Lathron. I swing myself up the saddle.

"Garo lend vaer." (Have a good journey.) Elrond wishes me. I wink at all of them then turn around.

"Go!" And so I leave Rivendell behind me.

--

I pull Lathron's reins. I can smell smoke and ashes. I can see black smoke in the distance. I hop off my horse.

"Dar hì." (Stay here.) I grab my sword and my new short swords that I was bestowed with in Rivendell and walk away towards the smoke.

I thank Mahal for my enhanced sight because I wouldn't have been able to see much other wise. The thicker the smoke becomes, the worse my fear gets. I abruptly halt when I spot a body on the ground. I make my way towards it and turn him around.

"Nahstor?" I whisper. Tears stream down my face. His face is pale as snow covered in black ashes and dried blood as well as black blood. His face shows no sign of pain only... determination.

"No. Please no, Mahal, Valar, please! PLEASE NO!" I start screaming my lungs out at another brother's death. I jump up and run towards the camp, or where it used to be. Dead Rangers and children are laying everywhere, all cabins burned to the ground. I feel my knees buckle and hit the ground. I hear someone scream, a broken, painfully raw, and furious sound. It takes a while until I recognise my own voice filling the silence.