The Bones of What You Believe
by Saelind
She pictured Rivendell to the north, where her grandson lay safe. Happy, she hoped, unaware of his birthright and all that would come with it. Seventeen, now—still a child. Too young to weigh lives, and find their loss worth the alternative. Hurry up and grow, Aragorn, my Estel. Come home so that I may rest for awhile.
G · Complete · Updated 17 December 2018
Chapters
- 1. The Bones of What You Believe (5,244 words)