FIC: Twisted Part 4/5
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Twisted 4/5
by aragorns_twisted_angel
2007
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A Lord of the Rings Story
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: SUE ME NOT. ME IN COLLEGE. HAVE NO MONEY.
Author's Note: Trying to finish my earlier fic.
Summary: Okay so discrepancies are built into this as it is an AU. What if Aragorn were captured with Merry and Pippin at the end of Fellowship?
Special thanks to Amy for her help!
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“My son...” Elrond greeted Aragorn. “I=m relieved to see you're well.”
Aragorn pulled back, glancing over at Legolas in confusion.
“Estel? What is the matter?"
"I do not know you. I'm sorry."
"Lord Elrond, may I speak with you a moment?" Legolas asked.
The Elf leader nodded in assent and followed Legolas. "Why does he not remember?"
"Sauron." All Legolas need speak was that name. "Why have you come to Lothlorien?"
"Though many have left, I cannot abandon Middle Earth to a dark fate, not when my son must remain. If I sent for Arwen, perhaps it would help his memory return."
"It is worth a try, but I fear it would not work," Legolas said. "He has dreamed of her and does not know her."
“If he does not remember her, I am not sure that anything further the elves might try can help.”
“He must remember,” Legolas looked at Elrond intensely. “If he does not it could mean the end of all.”
“I am aware,” Elrond replied. “This is work for a wizard of power. Gandalf must see him.”
Legolas eyes were the only expressive part right now but they spoke of great sorrow. “Gandalf… fell.”
Elrond smiled kindly in response. “He did fall, but die, he did not.”
“Gandalf the Gray lives?” Legolas asked in surprise, his face lighting up with the prospect.
“Indeed. And knowing him as I do, it will not be long until he arrives.”
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"Gandalf!" Merry and Pippin rushed to hug the wizard who had appeared not long after their arrival. They had all feared him dead and seeing him now was a warm sight for weary eyes.
After a moment he pulled back, his face suddenly serious. "I must speak with Aragorn."
“Something’s happened to him Gandalf,” Merry input.
“Yeah, he doesn’t remember who he is…”
“I’m well aware,” Gandalf answered with his patent amused/sarcastic tone. “In fact I’m far better aware of the situation than either of you.”
Legolas appeared at that moment, with Gimli and Elrond by his side. “Master Gandalf, you are indeed a welcome sight.”
“Where is he?” Gandalf replied, getting right to business.
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Aragorn looked up from his meditative silent state to see a tall bearded man dressed in white enter.
"Aragorn?"
His eyes widened in an automatic panic reaction. His breath quickened and he stood, backing away. "Who are you?"
"My name is Gandalf the White. You knew me as Gandalf the Gray. I'm a friend. I believe I can help you."
"To remember?"
Gandalf nodded.
Aragorn suddenly started shaking. "You're a wizard.... like him.... Gwanna o enni!" He pulled out his sword, holding it at the ready.
"Estel do not!" he heard Legolas cry suddenly. "He is not like Sauron."
Aragorn shivered at the mere mention of the name, not lowering his sword an inch.
"I will not harm you," Gandalf spoke softly and calmly.
"Then leave. Your presence harms me."
"Estel, he is the only one who can help you. The Elves have tried. They do not know."
"Perhaps I do not want his help." Aragorn's eyes glared fiercely.
Gandalf stared at the young man for a long moment, then spoke softly. "I have known you for most of your life. I earned your trust long ago. We do not have time for me to earn it again because the fate of Middle Earth hangs in the balance. Can we resolve this?"
Aragorn closed his eyes, fighting his initial fear reaction.
"He speaks the truth Estel," Legolas added.
After another long moment of silence, Aragorn dropped his sword and ran.
Legolas saw him run by and Gandalf move to the door of the room. “I cannot help him if he will not allow it.”
“I will speak with him,” Elrond replied.
“Nay, allow me,” Legolas replied, moving to go to speak with Aragorn.
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Twisted 4/5
by aragorns_twisted_angel
2007
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A Lord of the Rings Story
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: SUE ME NOT. ME IN COLLEGE. HAVE NO MONEY.
Author's Note: Trying to finish my earlier fic.
Summary: Okay so discrepancies are built into this as it is an AU. What if Aragorn were captured with Merry and Pippin at the end of Fellowship?
Special thanks to Amy for her help!
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“My son...” Elrond greeted Aragorn. “I=m relieved to see you're well.”
Aragorn pulled back, glancing over at Legolas in confusion.
“Estel? What is the matter?"
"I do not know you. I'm sorry."
"Lord Elrond, may I speak with you a moment?" Legolas asked.
The Elf leader nodded in assent and followed Legolas. "Why does he not remember?"
"Sauron." All Legolas need speak was that name. "Why have you come to Lothlorien?"
"Though many have left, I cannot abandon Middle Earth to a dark fate, not when my son must remain. If I sent for Arwen, perhaps it would help his memory return."
"It is worth a try, but I fear it would not work," Legolas said. "He has dreamed of her and does not know her."
“If he does not remember her, I am not sure that anything further the elves might try can help.”
“He must remember,” Legolas looked at Elrond intensely. “If he does not it could mean the end of all.”
“I am aware,” Elrond replied. “This is work for a wizard of power. Gandalf must see him.”
Legolas eyes were the only expressive part right now but they spoke of great sorrow. “Gandalf… fell.”
Elrond smiled kindly in response. “He did fall, but die, he did not.”
“Gandalf the Gray lives?” Legolas asked in surprise, his face lighting up with the prospect.
“Indeed. And knowing him as I do, it will not be long until he arrives.”
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"Gandalf!" Merry and Pippin rushed to hug the wizard who had appeared not long after their arrival. They had all feared him dead and seeing him now was a warm sight for weary eyes.
After a moment he pulled back, his face suddenly serious. "I must speak with Aragorn."
“Something’s happened to him Gandalf,” Merry input.
“Yeah, he doesn’t remember who he is…”
“I’m well aware,” Gandalf answered with his patent amused/sarcastic tone. “In fact I’m far better aware of the situation than either of you.”
Legolas appeared at that moment, with Gimli and Elrond by his side. “Master Gandalf, you are indeed a welcome sight.”
“Where is he?” Gandalf replied, getting right to business.
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Aragorn looked up from his meditative silent state to see a tall bearded man dressed in white enter.
"Aragorn?"
His eyes widened in an automatic panic reaction. His breath quickened and he stood, backing away. "Who are you?"
"My name is Gandalf the White. You knew me as Gandalf the Gray. I'm a friend. I believe I can help you."
"To remember?"
Gandalf nodded.
Aragorn suddenly started shaking. "You're a wizard.... like him.... Gwanna o enni!" He pulled out his sword, holding it at the ready.
"Estel do not!" he heard Legolas cry suddenly. "He is not like Sauron."
Aragorn shivered at the mere mention of the name, not lowering his sword an inch.
"I will not harm you," Gandalf spoke softly and calmly.
"Then leave. Your presence harms me."
"Estel, he is the only one who can help you. The Elves have tried. They do not know."
"Perhaps I do not want his help." Aragorn's eyes glared fiercely.
Gandalf stared at the young man for a long moment, then spoke softly. "I have known you for most of your life. I earned your trust long ago. We do not have time for me to earn it again because the fate of Middle Earth hangs in the balance. Can we resolve this?"
Aragorn closed his eyes, fighting his initial fear reaction.
"He speaks the truth Estel," Legolas added.
After another long moment of silence, Aragorn dropped his sword and ran.
Legolas saw him run by and Gandalf move to the door of the room. “I cannot help him if he will not allow it.”
“I will speak with him,” Elrond replied.
“Nay, allow me,” Legolas replied, moving to go to speak with Aragorn.
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