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| The Heir Apparent by Mirkwoodmaiden | 2 Review(s) |
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| Fimbrethil | Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 12/28/2025 |
| “He could not contain his joy that his nephew was back among his people but Erithain’s heart swelled with pity as well. Aragorn, as he could now begin to name him once again in his mind, looked so lost. He could only imagine what emotions were swirling in that heart. He knew that Aragorn truly loved Imladris, his Adar, his brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, his naneth, who curiously still remained at the Last Homely House. But now he had to go forth from Rivendell to fulfill this new destiny, so different from anything he had ever imagined for himself. Erithain looked into his nephew’s confused grey eyes. Aragorn smiled weakly at his uncle, “Who am I, Uncle? Am I Estel?” he stated. Within his heart that name sat comfortably nestled within all that he knew. “Am I Aragorn?” The name still sounded strange to his ears as if it were another person was being discussed and yet his heart did silently thrill at the sound at the same time.” Hmmm…I think he is both, actually. “And remember, I have known and been friends with Elladan and Elrohir since before you were born.” Aragorn’s eyes widen a little at this then he realized he indeed knew the truth of that statement and laughed a little, “So very true, I don’t know where my head is today!” True! I also almost forgot this so thank you for the reminder. Awww Aragorn cut his braids before he was ever teased! He is so self sacrificing! “What did it cost you to undo your plaits?" “Grey eyes shadowed with pain, Aragorn replied, "Practically everything." He admitted to his uncle, "But I am not an Elf. I could no longer wear them." Vulnerable young eyes looked at Erithain, "I must be what I am, not what I may wish to be. If I am not, if I do not find some way to fulfill this destiny that has been handed to me, then all the sacrifices my mother made; and the life my father lost defending me will have gone for naught." So true. “Your heart remains the same, though. Elf or man it is your heart to which I will gladly entrust my life and pledge my loyalty. I have already for these many years." Erithain touched his hand to his forehead and heart, bowing his head. When he looked up his nephew's grey eyes were rimmed with tears and they held such a look of gratitude, "Thank you," Aragorn whispered. "I will always be at your side," Erithain stated in a clear, strong voice. His hands on both the young man's shoulder, "to advise or to warn. Upon that you can trust." Awwwww…he won’t be right at hand when Aragorn goes South though. “He stopped at almost at the exact spot where, as a child not quite three, he had sobbed inconsolably when he discovered that his beloved uncle would not be going with them. He looked at Erithain with a questioning look on his face, "Did something happen here? I get the oddest feeling." Erithain just looked at him, "Do you?" Hmmmm interesting. The memory of the little boy crying inconsolably had been burned into Erithain's soul but that Aragorn should somehow remember as well had been inconceivable until his nephew had just said it. Aragorn weakly nodded his head and grey eyes looked to his uncle for answers. "It was here when you were not quite three, and cried and cried and cried when you found out that I wasn't going with you and your mother to Rivendell. We sat in right there and I hugged you and talked to you until you stopped crying and seemed to accept what had to be." Aragorn looked at his uncle sheepishly, “I did? I don’t know if I specifically remember that but I feel in my heart something did happen here.” hehheh. Ivorwen! Amazing! “Erithain has told us many stories of your exploits.” Aragorn looked at Erithain. Erithain shrugged, “Guilty. Mother wanted to hear about you.” Suddenly and completely without warning Aragorn did not feel so alone. He left everything he knew and everyone he loved in Imladris only to find a new family here in Fornost. His uncle, his grandmother, the people of the Dunedain settlement. He felt overwhelmed and embraced; he felt loved.” Awww. …who is us? Also Erithain’s wife? Note: Regarding your Sindarin, I thought Daernaneth and Daeradar was Grandmother and Grandfather; but maybe that is Quenya? | |
| Larner | Reviewed Chapter: 19 on 4/11/2020 |
| I rejoice that he has found his place with his own people at last. Now, to see his mother return to them as well. Author Reply: Larner! Thanks for reading through the story again and with the new chapter added! I do really hope you enjoyed it! I suspect that Gilraen will soon re-appear! Have you heard from Lindelea. Usually she has answered back on my reviews by now. In these times I worry. Stay Safe MM | |