The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings one shots and Imagines Book II

Kin - Part 12 - Fellowship x Reader

(Y/n) hide in the shadows and watched as the pair kissed. She hadn't meant to come across them, she had just been on her way back to her room and decided to take a little detour; and there they had been, Arwen and Aragorn. The princess unable to turn away, as the two shared the intimate moment.

She envied them; the love they shared. It obvious that Arwen had found her One in the handsome, rugged Ranger. The princess hoping that one day she would be lucky enough to know such a thing. Of course, her father would say that she was still too young to think of anything like that; that, and she doubted that any male would be good enough for her, in his eyes. But she had still often found herself praying to Mahal, that she might have the good fortune to be as in love with someone, as her father was with her mother, as Arwen was with Aragorn. To know what it was to feel that connection with a One, in body, mind and spirit. Yet she knew that the last thing that should be on her mind now, was love. Such ideas for when........if, she survived the coming quest. (Y/n) taking one last longing look at the Evenstar and her Ranger, before quietly continuing on her way to her rooms.

Finally, she pushed her way through the door, before making her way over to her bed; throwing herself onto it, despite knowing that sleep was no long something she would achieve. Her mind, her thoughts on other things, on other possibilities. Her notions a strange mixture of what she had just seen transpire between Arwen and Aragorn, and those that she would be travelling with. The princess recalling the question that she had been asked by Merry, about being scared; (Y/n) wondering whether being in love with Arwen might make Aragorn more afraid of what could come. And given that he would know that the daughter of the peredhel lord would probably wither and die without him, would it make the Ranger, more cautious. Whether he would admit to being scared, just like her. Though she doubted that if she were to ask her uncle Legolas and Gimli if they had any fear, they would admit to it; especially not in front of one another. The relations between Erebor and Mirkwood much better than they had been before her parent's marriage and she and Throndir had been born; but that didn't mean that there still wasn't a rivalry. (Y/n) often glad that her elven kin couldn't speak Khuzdûl, and her dwarven kin couldn't speak Sindarin. Though the likes of the elven prince had got her to teach him enough of the dwarven language, so that he could understand what the likes of Gimli might be saying about him.

And then there was the Gondorian..........would the Captain of the White Tower admit to being scared........? She couldn't imagine it. He would probably see an admission of fear as being something only a woman would do; and fear was beneath him. It just one more thing to make him not want her to join him and the others on the journey, if she foolishly voiced her concerns to him. The princess wishing that the likes of her mother and father could be with them instead; that Lord Elrond and her grandfather were accompanying her, instead of the captain. (Y/n) having heard stories of the calibre of fighter Elrond had been during the War of the Last Alliance. How he had been the herald of the great elven king Gil-galad, as well as his second-in-command. And then there was her grandfather. The soldiers in Mirkwood telling her of the Elvenking's lethality with his twin swords, during the Battle of the Five Armies. How he could slice the heads off five orcs at once, with just one swipe of his blade. But as it was, she had to contend with the son of the steward; the princess knowing that one way or another, she would have to try and get along with the man, for the good of the fellowship. That she would have to control her stubbornness and accept that Boromir just had very different opinions on women, on their abilities in battle, than she had. Though she couldn't help but let a smile creep onto her lips at the thought of what her uncle and Gimli might do, if he were to voice any of those opinions in front of them.

Finally she sat back up........library.......that was where she would go. It always quiet and peaceful in there. Lord Elrond's collection of books having opened her eyes to the world, since she had first been able to read. (Y/n) spending many a happy hour there, not only reading, but listening to the elven lord, as well as Gandalf, while they spoke of the history and mystery of Middle-Earth; of both sides of her family and adventures that had been had, long before she had been born. The princess allowing her feet to once more touch the cold floor before getting up from the bed.

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Alright, she knew it was childish. It not something that someone who was about to go off on such an important mission as she was, should be doing. But........a smile coming to her face as the elven guards walked right passed her without even realising she was there.

It was a game that she and Throndir would play when they were young. It a way to hone their skills; for if one could go along, unheard by elves, sneak up on elves, then you could be unheard and sneak up on anyone. (Y/n) having to admit that she had been born with the advantage of being more elf like than her brother; his footfalls definitely dwarven. Though she would often give herself away, when she would laugh at her brother for getting caught.

With all speed, she covered the last stretch between her hiding spot and the library. Quickly opening the door and making her way inside. The same sense of achievement filling her, as there would when she was little.

"Ah, (Y/n). How are you my dear? Still playing that same old game, I see............."