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The Ranger and the Man In Yellow Boots by Cairistiona	47 Review(s)
Lexilooper	Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 1/29/2026
"You should have seen him!" Elladan glanced in amusement at Elrohir as they both sat on the ground, leaning back against a fallen log beside the small campfire. Their younger brother was fully a man now, and seldom did he resemble the young boy he had once been, a bright-eyed lad who chattered non-stop any time he came upon some enthralling new discovery. But sometimes, like now, the man gave way to the lad and Estel seemed ten years old again. AWWWWW yayyyyyyy he's with his brothers <333 and they get to see the little boy again for a moment <333 "He reminded me of a little wren," Estel said, his hand flapping as if it were a small bird. "You know how they are, flitting and hopping and busy and then stopping in the middle of it to sing a merry song... he was just like that. There were times he nearly made me laugh out loud, though I dared not for fear of offending him, and besides, there was something else... a sort of agelessness in his eyes that told me that here was someone at whom I should never laugh, ever. Are you certain you've never met him?" He looked from one twin to the other, eyes shining as he leaned forward, his entire body seeming to quiver with earnest hopefulness. SKDHFSGKH FLAPPING HIS HAND LIKE A LITTLE WREN <333 HIS EXCITEMENT The little boy all over again, Elladan thought, and buried the welling pain of nostalgia in a large bite of half-burnt coney. It tasted horrid, but hunger is never particular, and he was grateful that Estel had more than enough to share when he and Elrohir stepped from the growing shadows into his camp outside Archet. "No, Estel," he said, "I am afraid I have only heard of him, from Glorfindel and Erestor. What of you, Elrohir?" AWWWWW <333 the little boy and also that he can love this while also loving the man he's become. And he doesn't still see him as ONLY a little boy, he sees all of Estel <3 lolll the coney. stepping into his camp <333 He shook his head, not even bothering to grunt as he attacked his own meat. Elladan smiled faintly; they really had been hungry. It was fortunate that Estel had nabbed three coneys in his snares, though perhaps it might have been better had they arrived before Estel had actually tried to cook them. Elladan did wonder, sometimes, how they had failed so completely to teach Estel how to cook. YEAH THAT WOULD'VE BEEN GOOD VERY IMPORTANT LESSON OH PLEASE TEACH HIM NOW BEFORE ALL THE OTHER STORIES HAPPEN XD "Maybe I can take you–" Elladan laughed. "Sit, Estel. No one with any prudence goes rushing toward the Old Forest at twilight. Besides, it's a day's journey away, at least, and we're still eating." lollll aww he's so excited "And you," Elrohir said pointedly, "have business north of here." YEP ':D Very important business indeed: two days hence, Aragorn would be taking his rightful place among the Dúnedain in their hidden village beyond Deadman's Dike in the North Downs. And seeing how poor hunting had been as Elladan and Elrohir traveled toward their rendevous in Archet, Elladan was sure neither of them wanted to exchange the comforts of their foster brother's fire for a fruitless chase after the will o' the wisp that was Tom Bombadil. mmmm fair Estel blushed and sat back down. "You're right. I just... I would love for you to meet him. Maybe you could tell me then just who he is." sdaksfdjgskh <3333 I love how his reaction isn't "I'VE MET SOMEONE YOU HAVEN'T HA" it's "I WANNA INTRODUCE YOU AND SEE WHAT YOU THINK YOU'LL SEE MORE THAN ME AND THEN YOU CAN TEACH ME" so cute <3333 and humble "From the sounds of it," Elrohir said, finally looking up from his single-minded devotion to the coney's hind leg, "I'd say he's a cheerful little purveyor of nonsensical rhyme." lolllll well that too yes but "But he's more, don't you see? He knows things. He knew about me." yessss "Because he is friend to Gandalf. He no doubt mentioned to him that you were heading to your people at last," Elladan shrugged. I mean sure but. Also. "But I have never met Gandalf. I doubt he knows I exist!" sahkdfsghks not YET he hasn't but soon enough they will be fast friends <333 "He knows," Elrohir said. "Gandalf knows most things." aww he does indeed <3 lol pretty true "But why would Gandalf tell Tom Bombadil about me if my existence is supposed to be a closely-held secret? If he told, then it must be because Tom is special in some way, and if so, then how? Who is he, really?" mm yes great questions good thinking Aragorn <3 "Gandalf has his confidantes, all of whom are trustworthy but many of whom are as ordinary as an oak tree," uhhhhhh sure not this one Elrohir said, clearly bored with the entire topic. "It is not for us to question a Maia. Besides, for all we know, Gandalf might have told every innkeeper from Rivendell to the Grey Havens about you. Maybe you're no more special than an acorn from that tree behind you." lolllll sureeee Aragorn mouth opened and closed a few times but nothing came out. His eyes flashed as he started to rise. WRATH KINDLED XD "Peace, Estel. My brother is tweaking at your tail, that's all." Elladan stretched out his legs with a languid motion and crossed them at the ankles. "I'm sure Gandalf hasn't revealed you to anyone who cannot be trusted. Of course, one might wonder about the judgment of a Maia who trusts Elrohir, since Elbereth knows there's nothing of note about him." Elrohir hurled an empty bone, which Elladan ducked easily. LOLLLLLLL skdhsfghk cute I love seeing Elladan now be the one to defend Estel from Elrohir instead of the other way around <333 "tweaking at your tail" ELBERETH KNOWS THERE'S NOTHING OF NOTE ABOUT HIM XD really only the half-elven brother of Elrohir would say that Estel let out a disgusted huff of a breath and threw his hands in the air. "Very well, I can see I cannot convince either of you." Elladan squeezed Aragorn's shoulder. "Estel, you have always had a burning desire to know everything under Arda to its very last detail. And that's a good trait; I am not disparaging you for it. But you must accept that sometimes there will be things that are beyond your understanding." awww yes I love him for his burning desire to know everything under Arda to its very last detail <333 that's a very sweet description. It's not that he wants to be a know-it-all, rather, he wants to know THEM all. Each little thing dear to Eru is dear to himself <333 I'm a little like that, I think, and want to be more like that, for although I know I cannot possibly learn anywhere near everything, sometimes my motivation is lacking even if my desire is not, and then my desire only brings me to a regret. "Like Tom Bombadil?" "Exactly. And you are right; despite our jesting, Tom Bombadil is special. He... well, suffice to simply say that he is. He is his own master, according to Gandalf, and is from before anyone, and likely he will outlive all. He lives now within his own borders and by his own council and by the whims of the wind, from what I understand of him. Be grateful that he found you and befriended you, and worry not about the rest." awww thank youuuu that is a better explanation of Tom Bombadil than anything that has yet been said, or than much that could be said <3 and better than dismissing him as perhaps a nobody Estel looked far from mollified, but he nodded and wrestled a bite of meat off the bone. He chewed, his gaze darkening as it lost itself in the view to the north. Elladan eyed him carefully, for he seemed suddenly to shrink, his shoulders falling and his knees gathering to his chest, and Elladan had the thought that perhaps it wasn't an eagerness to see Tom Bombadil that had Estel so keen to turn around and hurry in the opposite direction from their destination. But he said nothing, and soon Estel's voice came, small and uncertain. awwwwwwww shrinking from the North <:( thank you Elladan for seeing that "Elladan?" "What, Littlest?" Elladan asked gently, SKADKFHSGFDGSKH THAT NICKNAME <33333 I'm glad I read that other fic for such was the change in his entire demeanor that Elladan was reminded again of the younger Estel, the boy who would come creeping into his bedroom late in the night, frightened from a nightmare or a strange noise outside his window. It was during those times that Elladan would cuddle him close and call him the littlest but the bravest warrior and let him fall asleep beside him. awwwwwwwwww <:( <333333 <:)))) ‘Littlest' had stuck as an endearment, but only used in times of Estel's deepest emotional turmoil. It was never, under threat of Elladan's iron fist, to be held in jest. Even Elrohir had better sense than to do that. In fact, Elrohir at the sound of the name sat up a little straighter and looked on with concern. skdhskghdfgjksfghsdfkhghdjfgh that is so beautiful a name of endearment held for the most troubled and vulnerable times, and as a vulnerable name he holds a fierce defense about it no one dare abuse <3333 that is the sweetest thing and able to signify that he Sees him and is ready to listen, with that name. Not belittling, but a hand of comfort. "I... I am ready, I think, and of course eager to take my place as Chieftain, you know that. You both do," he added with a glance to include Elrohir. "Of course," Elladan murmured. Elrohir nodded. <33 "But what of them?" Aragorn blurted as he waved his arm to encompass the entire northern horizon, and then his words poured forth like troubled water through a broken dike. "Do you really think the Dúnedain will accept me? As their chieftain? Eventually, I mean, because of course I do not want to charge in and immediately take over. I know I must prove myself first, and learn their ways and customs. That is, I know the customs of the Dúnedain, in my head, but living by those rules... it puts them in your heart, and I have to do that first, do you see what I mean? I need to learn their ways as one who has always lived among them before I act on my rightful office of chieftain. Does that make sense?" awww <:(( yes his uncertainty and his fears Elladan barely had time to nod in agreement before Estel rushed on. skjdashfsg he's so anxious he's trying to stumble through everything "But that's what worries me... I haven't lived among them. Living nearly all my life only in Rivendell... there are bound to be little things that I do that will be hopelessly wrong. I'm sure to insult someone, without realizing. Or forget to say something or do something and cause offense. I worry that I will be too different. Tom Bombadil even commented on my Rivendell accent. What if they find me too foreign? Too odd? What if they can't even understand how I talk?" skdshfsghsjg <:(((( mostly worries that probably will indeed come true except that last one. But also with his extreme awareness of this, and their graciousness, I can't imagine too many problems will actually come. He comes as no great and prideful king from Rivendell, but as a young man of noble descent who knows much but is more eager still to learn much and to love much. Elladan's eyebrows rose. "Why on earth would you think that?" <33 Estel looked down at his hands. He shrugged but didn't immediately say anything. "Estel." awwwww <333 I love when people just say their name and you know what it means "I... I had a dream that night at Tom Bombadil's, and several nights since, of that very thing. That when we arrived at the village, they spoke but it sounded of gibberish to my ear, and when I spoke it must have been incomprehensible to them, for they shrugged and turned away and abandoned me." <:(((((( ABANDONED one of his greatest fears perhaps. Perhaps all of ours. Betrayal, abandonment, rejection of love. Elladan was tempted to laugh but for the very real anxiety underlying the words. Estel, on the cusp of a new life and eager to prove himself, was having a wholly understandable if completely unfounded crisis of confidence here at the last. Elladan dared not tease, for what young man wouldn't be suffering the pangs of doubt at such a time? awwwww thank you for understanding, Elladan, even seeing how unfounded his fears are <333 He moved closer and draped his arm across his shoulders and gave him a brief, tight hug. "Yes, Estel, they will accept you. You know the customs of your people better than you realize, thanks to your mother's tutelage. And you are not wholly unknown to the Dúnedain, though we have let news of your life lapse to the point where many now believe the rumors that say the line of kings is truly ended. Right or wrong, we let those rumors persist because they kept you that much safer from the enemy, though I hate that it came at the cost of your people's hope. aww <:((((( that's so sad. They will be so joyful to know he lives again. and he knows them better than he realizes <333 "But even so, some know all about you: Halthir, Gilraen's brother, and his son Halbarad, your cousin. Visits you have had from both, and neither had the least problem understanding your speech. AWW YAY HE HAS MET HALBARAD <333 yayyyy that's exactly how they're related I mean I assumed it was through Gilraen but like And you know that your grandparents Dirhael and Ivorwen have been keeping up with your progress, through stories Elrohir and I have relayed. Both love you in their hearts though they have yet to behold your face or hold you in their arms." He hesitated, his thoughts taken by Ivorwen. "Ivorwen loves you so, Estel. She once told me that her arms ached to hold her grandson." AWWWWWWWWW SKDAHGSFHGSDGHDSFJGDS <:((((( I LOVE THEM I LOVE HER this makes me love Imbecamiel's story even more as well <333 when she gets to hold her grandsonnnn He had to stop, then, as the memory of her tears unleashed too much sorrow in his heart. SDKSGHFGHSFGHSDGHDSKGHAFJHGSKG <:( <33333333 WEEPING OVER NOT BEING ABLE TO HOLD HIM <3 HIS HEART ACHING FOR HER These last twenty years had been difficult, as hard as any he could remember. Too long had he helplessly watched these people struggle to hold to hope, hard-pressed on every side, dwindling and yet bravely hanging on to their culture with every fibre of their being. How many times had Elladan longed to leap to the nearest roof and shout, Behold, find joy, for your hope yet lives, protected by secrecy all these long years! But he couldn't, nor could Elrohir, and it had worn on their own hearts until they too wearied from despair. That he and his brother found relief in the knowledge that there waited in Rivendell the one who would return hope to his people was little comfort when they could not speak of it to those who most needed to hear it. SKDHAGSGHSHGKSHDFGJ <:((((( he is so tender. That would be desperately hard indeed. "as hard as he could remember" skashdjksg and he remembers many. Helplessss <:( unable to help their despair even though he knows the answer "little comfort when they could not speak of it to those who most needed to hear it" yessss But the day following tomorrow... that day at last Elladan would have his moment to shout from the rooftops! He felt ready to burst with pride and joy, for he knew Aragorn's heart and knew, Valar willing, Aragorn would be the mighty king for whom they had waited so many long years. But how to tell all of that to this young man who had not the slightest inkling of the joy his simple appearance – unskilled, untested, odd accent and all – was about to unleash? SKDHFHGKAHDJKGSHGKJAGF AWWWWWWWWWWWW HE IS SO EXCITED <3333 opposite from Aragorn lol <3 he knew Aragorn's heart and knew Valar willing he would be the mighty king <3333 he can see him much better than Aragorn yet sees himself awwwwwww had not the slightest inkling the joy he was about to unleash and including all those "shortcomings" he sees in himself, as being part of that unleashing <33 "Elladan?" Estel's voice was if anything even more anxious. awwwww <:( he's just so worried SILENCE WHAT IS HE THINKING Elladan regarded him. Strong, keen-eyed, firm of jaw and mind... even consumed with worry, Estel had the look of Elendur and Elendil, moreso even than Arathorn had possessed. whoaaaa wait did he know Elendil?? okay it looks like he was perhaps born just after his time. but still. "Your people will need only look at your face," Elladan finally said, "and they will weep with joy that their hope has returned. But lest your worries keep you from sleep tonight, I say this: look to Halbarad as your compass. He refuses to talk to Elrohir and I about anything but you. ‘What of Aragorn?' he will whisper when no one is near. ‘How tall is he now? When will he join us? Is he good with a bow? Can he hunt a wild stag? Will he be a good warrior? Does he know farming and husbandry and how to keep a village fed and warm through a hard winter? Will he be a canny trader? And tell him to be sure he doesn't slice off his foot with his own sword...and here, take these letters to him and have you any for me from him...' You'd think the two of you were betrothed." SKADJFADKDFHSGDFHSGHKSDHGJSDHSSSSSS XDDD I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMMM YOU'D THINK THEY WERE BETROTHED HAVE YOU ANY LETTERS HERE ARE SOME FOR HIM THEYRE PEN PALS <33333 WHAT OF ARAGORN HE WILL WHISPER WHEN NO ONE IS NEAR <333333 oh how I adore his adoration <333 another big brother for Aragorn <3 Elrohir choked on a laugh. "I wonder if father would be more accepting of that union than the one Estel has in mind!" SKADJHSGKDH XDDD Estel's face flamed bright red. "Hold your tongue! You forget I am big enough now to beat you until you are indistinguishable from the dust in which you now sit." sdjhgksjdh XD hmm Elrohir smirked at him and took another bite of meat. he's like. big enough maybe. strong enough and skilled enough? did I not help to teach you? actually I'd be interested to see how they match up. and then at like the battle of Pelennor fields, I think Aragorn got him beat :) "Getting back to your question," Elladan continued, his voice softening, "Let me say one last time to end all doubt: Yes, Estel, Aragorn, Arathorn's son. They will accept you. I say again, you will bring them hope." awwwwww yesssss well summarized <3 "I only pray their hope is not misplaced." Elladan reached over and tapped Estel under his chin, lifting it as he did. awwww yesss my favorite <3 "Here now. Enough of this. You will be a great leader if nothing else because of your humility. But do not let humility sink into doubt. And do not mistake tonight's spate of nerves for inability or unworthiness. You suffer only from the normal jangling nerves afflicting any worthy man on the cusp of taking on a great task at which he dare not fail." skasdhsj yesss and do not let humility sink into doubt Estel said nothing. But after a long moment, he nodded and set his jaw and squared his shoulders and Elladan smiled, for he had seen that look before, that shaking off of uncertainty and worry. He knew Estel was giving himself a stern talking to, banishing that inner voice of doubt. After one last deep breath, it was not Estel but Aragorn that stood. He tossed the bones of his meal into the fire and shook his blankets out, spreading them more smoothly for the night. When he glanced back at Elladan, his gaze was firm, the little boy once again lost to the past and the man... the Chieftain... firmly in place. "Since you're both here, you two can split the watches. I haven't had a full night's sleep in the fortnight since I left the house of Tom Bombadil." He stretched himself out on his back, yawned mightily, then immediately fell into a deep sleep. AWWWWW THERE'S ARAGORN NOT ESTEL STANDING FROM THE DOUBT <3333 as much as I love Estel, and that name, I love when his elven-family clearly sees Aragorn, with that name taken upon him <3 "Already issuing orders," Elrohir chuckled. "And already sleeping like a warrior." yesssss lolllll "‘When and where you can, and don't waste time getting there.' I can still hear Glorfindel telling us that over and over. It seems Aragorn took that lessen to heart." lol yessss good advice motto of my life when I was working 4 nights a week "As he did all his lessons. He will be an excellent chieftain, despite whatever his doubts whisper to him in the night watches." awwwwwwww in the night watches <:( "And a greater king than Arda has known since Elendil." SKADHGH <333 yesssss <:) "You foresee that?" "No. That is simply my own assessment, no doubt tainted by my love for him as a brother. Still, I have dreamt of him sitting on a white throne, wearing the winged crown. I do not know if it will come to pass, of course, but I think..." His words trailed. "I think he has brought hope to us all," Elrohir said. AWWWWW <3333 INDEEDDDD Elladan nodded. "Get you to sleep like Aragorn, brother. I will stand the first watch. I am not overly tired as yet, and I want to think on things." aww yay <3 "You need not tell me twice. But do not stay up the entire night pondering the mysteries of the world. I have no wish to travel with a cranky companion tomorrow." LOL FAIR "As if I am ever cranky!" Elrohir showed his opinion of that statement with a snort loud enough to make Aragorn stir. "What?" he asked sleepily. "Nothing," Elladan said. "Just my brother's flatulence. You know how he gets." Aragorn gave Elrohir a look of disgust, then rolled away from them and went back to sleep. LOLLL Elladan grinned up at the stars, suddenly more lighthearted and full of joy than he had been in many long years. SKADHGKSHD <3333 his hope indeed Tonight they would sleep and pass the watches with silly jests and brotherly encouragements. Tomorrow they would travel with much the same. But then the day after... awwww yes The world changes. SADDKHSFKSGHDGKHSDKGJHS <33333 He glanced at Aragorn, sleeping with his arm flung over his tousled head, and grinned even wider. He only hoped Arda was ready. SKDHAKDGHSJKDFGHSDFJKGDFSJGSHDFG THE CUTESTTTTTTTT GRINNING AT THE VERY HUMAN MOMENT OF THIS ARAGORN THE WORLD BETTER BE READY FOR <33 DO YOU HAVE A FIC WHERE HE MEETS THEM PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEE TELL ME YOU DO in the meantime I noticed there is a sequel bit to the Hobbit and the Ranger :))))) <3

Lexilooper	Reviewed Chapter: 2 on 1/29/2026
"I am... exploring the world, I guess you might say," Aragorn said softly. And trying to sort out my thoughts before taking on my new life as Chieftain of the Dúnedain, he did not say. <:(( aww he's little and a little scared That would open up a line of conversation he did not feel up to pursuing at the moment. He winced as he adjusted the cold, wet cloth he held on the back of his head. He wondered if he'd cracked his skull. After three tries getting to his feet, he had finally wobbled and staggered up the bank and down a track through the trees, supported on one side by Tom and the other by Goldberry, until finally they reached a small cottage. Aragorn had never been so relieved to sink into a chair in his life. yesss awwww them supporting him on either side <3 and even then finding it very taxing to walk <3 "How old are you, Aragorn son of Arathorn, intrepid explorer of Arda?" Tom asked. He nodded his thanks to Goldberry as she handed him a steaming cup of tea. loll awww I love Tom's description of him, giving all the names he gives himself. plus adding "intrepid" :) "I passed my twentieth year some seven months ago." HE IS A BABY the fact that he's about to become Chieftain of the Dunedain already, as wise and experienced as he is even in youth...he's still a baby. Like, he is EXACTLY my age. Off by literally a few weeks at most. I'll be seven months past twenty in a couple weeks. But he is going to be leader of a people who tends to live...like twice as long as the people I live among. And I still couldn't imagine becoming governor or something. I suppose when it's by descent it's more natural, that's a normal enough age for a king or queen sometimes, but still. "You speak with the accent of Rivendell. Which makes sense, as I imagine you lived there as a child. Most of the chieftains do." yesss Aragorn's jaw dropped, and then he snapped it shut. Tom merely chuckled. "Your wits must be addled if you're so surprised that I know the significance of your name. If you knew me, you would not be so taken aback: skadshsskj XD yes "For old is Old Tom, more ancient than thee, The comings and goings of all has he seen. The light of the stars, the light of the Trees, All Anor and Ithil's long chase has watched, he. ANOR AND ITHIL'S CHASE hehe yes The Firstborn and Hobbits and Ents has he known, Old Men and young Men who've sat upon thrones, Yet none bring such sorrow to heart and to home Than those kings long forgotten, walking alone." SKADHSGKHSDFHDS <3333 <:((( thank youuuuu Tom Bombadil eldest of all for appreciating the sorrow of their story and loneliness <3333 forgotten and walking alone, those great and kind kings of men, is really so sad and I love that he knows and says <3 also GOOD JOB with his poetry and dialogue. A daunting task, to portray Tom accurately, and you do it well. And again, the merry light in Tom's eyes dimmed, replaced by something deeper and more knowing. "Wandering, wandering, bereft of their crown, yet faithful and humble they're yet to be found," he sang softly, then his voice faded away and in the silence it seemed that all of the sad and august history of the Númenórean line of Kings looked down upon them in the quiet room. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaskdhkdshgdkhsfkhdskjhgsdfkgs wow he really brings their vibe bereft of their crown yet faithful and humble they're yet to be found <:((( <3333 yesssss they are indeed how we love them even if the world does not know them wandering, wandering twice yes Aragorn shivered. Never, aside from the moment he first spied Arwen, had he felt so small and insignificant and unworthy of the mantle so recently laid upon him. <:((( SINCE HE FIRST SPIED ARWEN OKAY WAIT ALSO HE'S A BABY THIS IS BABY LOVE <3 how long has it been? And imagine the decades ahead to wait <:(. Did she not live in Rivendell when he was growing up? Or did he fall in love at like. 3. Or maybe "first spied" is a bit more like, symbolical. Logically, he understood who he was and what his destiny might be, but tell that to his heart, which still struggled at whiles to accept the idea that he was anything other than an ordinary Dúnadan. <:(( aww I love him, whether or no Tom looked long into his eyes, then his own crinkled at the corners and sparkled again with crystalline laughter. "Ah, now, don't let old Tom scare you. You'll do, young man. You'll do very nicely, I deem." sskadhskdfhsgk awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww <3333 he will indeeddd and I love that Tom sees it and also sees his fears <333 Aragorn wasn't so certain. The unknown loomed vast and wide before him. He really had no idea what the Dúnedain, that remnant of the faithful of Númenor, would think of him, a stranger walking into their midst to claim the chieftaincy. <:(( JUST WAIT UNTIL YOU MEET HALBARAD if you haven't :DDDD <3 skahkshg I can't wait How would they react? Would they accept his claims? Would they believe he was really Arathorn's son? That he was a Dúnedain? What if they heard his voice and, like Tom Bombadil, felt his accent and his speech too strange? His stomach dropped. What if they spoke a dialect he did not know? What if they couldn't understand each other at all? <:(( SKADJHGSKJH HIS FEARS ANGST I really really really wanna see this meeting now <33 they are much kinder and he much nobler and a natural leader than he gives them or himself credit for. They will see him as he is, and that is more than enough for any good man or woman to accept him as their leader. No, that was foolish, he chided himself. Of course they would not speak some strange language he didn't know; was his own mother not born and raised among them, and had she not ensured Aragorn spoke even the idioms of his people? Still, unease besieged him and made his palms sweat and his stomach hollow out. He bowed his head and stared at his clenched fist, wishing not for the first time that he had the poise and confidence of Elrond and Glorfindel. Neither of them, he was sure, suffered their imaginations to run riot with the distressing notions to which his own was so prone. yesss Gilraen <33 hmm are you sure? I think when it comes to worry over you, at least, their imaginations can still be distressingly loud... "Here now, chin up, young man, surely it's not as bad as all that!" Tom cried, and his laughing command cut through the icy worry so easily that Aragorn had to look up. aww yesss somehow he manages to make things easier, not matter quite so much Tom clapped his hands and beamed at him. "So... Elrond obviously has told you your name and all that goes with it, and he must also have deemed it safe to boot you from the nest to journey forth on the road to your rightful place as chieftain, or I wouldn't have found you here in the forest, sighing at the lilies and dreaming of whatever fair maiden has captured your heart." lollll aww yes Aragorn blushed furiously, his anxiety swamped by excruciating embarrassment. He wasn't sure but what he'd prefer to be overcome with worry. He swallowed. "Yes, sir. He told me who I am just a few months ago." Although a fine job I'm doing of living up to my heritage, falling down the river bank like a drunken fool. "I... a chieftain should not lose himself in daydreams like that. I was clumsy and not paying attention, and I dare not make those kinds of mistakes." hmm only a few months ago...I never quite thought about WHEN Elrond or Gilraen told Aragorn who he was or what he was to do, I kind of assumed he grew up knowing to a degree. That would be very overwhelming to learn, no wonder he's trying to process "Ah, do not be so hard on yourself. Merry-derry-doo, a chieftain are you; ring-a-ding dee, someday king you might be... but today, ah yes! Today you are simply a very young man, and young men regularly fall into daydreams and down river banks." He slurped his tea noisily, then let out a laugh. yessssss! "A folly, a dolly, a bob and a bit, etis the way of the world and every young twit To find moonbeams and love-dreams in coves and in caves And to lose all good sense when a young woman waves." lollllll Aragorn stared at him for a moment, not sure what to think about being called a twit, but then he smiled, and a laugh started in his belly that he couldn't hold back. "I was acting the lovesick fool," he admitted. sdkdhgskd fair XD AWW HE LAUGH NOW <3 "A man honest with himself and not so overfull of pride he can't laugh at his own folly, now there's a good chieftain for the Dúnedain!" Tom grinned at him all the wider. "So tell me, young master, what is it that brought you to the banks of the Withywindle and the threshold of old Tom's lands? Not many venture this far toward the unknown." yesssss I love how he's like...egging him into unintentionally proving how good a chieftain he's going to be XD <3 "I am traveling to my people, as you surmised. I will be meeting the sons of Elrond, who are as brothers to me and who often join my people in hunting orcs, in Archet in a little over a fortnight. They will escort me to the Dúnedain village where my grandparents and an uncle live." awww yayyyyyyy they'll be with him <3333 that makes me very happy "And so in the meantime you figured to dawdle away your time risking life and limb trying to dabble your toes in the Withywindle." loll uh perhaps "I... it looked intriguing." A painfully lame reply, but it was also the truth. He had come up from the south, taking the west turning from The Greenway to Sarn Ford, thinking he might follow that road into the South Farthing of the Shire, but he found himself growing tired of such tame travel, and he knew he would hardly be welcomed by the good Hobbits of the Shire. Wanting no part of any possible encounter with their bounders, whom Elrond had advised him to respect as he would the border guards of any lands of Big Folk, good advice Elrond <3 he struck into the wild at Sarn Ford and followed the Brandywine, intending to hit the Great East Road on the far side of Buckland. From there he planned to go east again to the Greenway at Bree, where he might spend a night at an inn before heading on to Archet. But when he reached the meeting of the Withywindle and the Brandywine, the smaller river that disappeared into deep woods looked so fascinating he simply had to explore. mmm fair "And after such a tumble, do you wish you'd stuck to the Greenway?" Aragorn smiled faintly and again readjusted the wet cloth he still held against his scalp. "No, sir. I regret only the knock on the head." awwww <3 yay Tom laughed aloud, then leapt to his feet. "Hey dol, merry dol, it's time for something to eat, I think, for we've tales to tell each other, and such long telling and careful listening are hungry work." He seemed to sort of dance and hop as he moved around the room, fairly crackling with energy and vigor, and Aragorn found himself completely enchanted. It was as though he sat in the presence of something elemental, something that was a part of life and a part of Arda in a way that Aragorn or any Man could never be. He found himself envious of Tom, somehow. skshgkhdj FAIR And Goldberry! What a vision of grace she was! He watched her put out platters of bread and bowls of berries and pitchers of cream and good fresh water, and it seemed she countered Tom's every hop and skip and zig and zag with elegance and dignity and the sort of ease that the wind takes blowing through willow fronds. Aragorn blinked and shook his head. Though Arwen sent his thoughts into wild flights of fancy, he was not as a rule one for poetic musings such as that. Maybe it was the blow to the head, but he definitely felt he was under a spell here in Tom Bombadil's house. But as he took a bite of hot buttered bread, offered to him on a plate filled with strawberries drizzled with cream, he realized it was a good spell, indeed. yesssssss the poetic thoughts about them that come to just about anyone by nature of their nature, and it is a good spell indeed <333 And so he relaxed and lost himself in a contented daze that may have come from the bang on the head but he suspected more likely from the enchantment of Tom Bombadil and Goldberry the River-daughter. yepppp it is He ate strawberries and cream and the bread and butter and shivered at tales of mewlips and barrow wights and shadow brides and badgers, and he laughed at tales of boating and swore he would never brand a swan's bill no matter how haughty the bird swam, OOP GOOD LESSON and some time long past sun's setting he found himself nodding and blinking heavy eyelids. He felt more than saw Goldberry take the half-drunk tankard of mead from his hand and he heard as through a muffling blanket her gentle voice urging him to walk to a cot. yayyy <33 this comfort in a home away from home, his first of many, just as the hobbits found. It's a good start to learning there are places of comfort and rest and kindness and welcome on weary journeys and places far from home. He has left Rivendell but he will find many loving people and warm houses yet <3 He cast himself upon it and heard Tom chuckle and then he lost himself in dreams of joining the Dúnedain at last, only to discover he could not speak their language. nooo <:( And when he finally awakened, his headache was gone, but so was Tom Bombadil, and Goldberry said not where he had gone nor when he would return. So after breakfast, he bid Goldberry a thankful farewell and went on his own way, wondering just who it was that he had met, and if dreams carried warnings in their half-remembered wanderings. hmmmmm sad to leave without goodbye but yay <3

Lexilooper	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 1/28/2026
Aragorn blinked a few times and sat up. Words like ‘what' and ‘where' and ‘how' drifted in aimless clouds through his brain, demanding answers in a distant sort of way. After considerable thought, he decided ‘where' might be the most important one to answer. He blinked again and looked around him. yesssss I love so much how this is written drifted in aimless clouds Aragorn is just so bemused and the way he's taking this so seriously is cute I mean he should, for his lifestyle means often in this sort of situation he isn't safe and really does need to figure out these things, but. Where... Saw a river, and water lilies. Sunshine and warm breezes... The Withywindle, that was it! He had been admiring the water lilies, wishing he could pluck a bouquet of them to give to Arwen. He frowned, massaging his temples. Remembered taking a step and a stone turning and a fall down the steep river bank and a terrific bang against his head. Then he remembered a long black empty silence into which finally a distant, merry voice came singing. I LOVE HOW YOU STILL MANAGE TO WORK IN ARAGORN WHUMP <3 you are wonderful AWWW WANTING TO MAKE A BOUQUET FOR ARWEN <:((( I long for the day they get to wander about the forests of Ithilien together and then he may pick flowers for her <3 "Hey ho, the river flow... a trilly tra-lily a day..." YESSSSSS somehow "yellow boots" did not give it away enough for me and I genuinely did not know who this was going to be until I saw the Withywindle XD The song made no sense but was so happy and gentle that Aragorn had relaxed. For a while the song was all he knew and perhaps all he ever wanted to know, aww as is Tom's way <3 but too soon there came intruding upon his serenity the boggy fish stink of mud and the blue green smell of river water and a pounding realization that all was not well with his head, and so he had pushed against the fish stink mud and struggled upright. He absently swiped his hands against his shirt as he blearily tried to figure out where the singing was coming from. yesss "all was not well with his head" lol "Hi dee hoo, dilly a roo, the Ranger's coming to! Mirror deep, lilies sleep, but young men in love ne'er do!" lolll except that he just was. although. it wasn't exactly voluntary. Aragorn stared, wondering if the knock to his head had banged every last vestige of sanity from him. LOLLL Looking down at him from the top of the riverbank was a short, chubby little man with a blue kingfisher feather stuck in his hat and on his feet the most ridiculous yellow boots Aragorn had ever seen. Those boots, and such songs... mirrors? dilly roo... what? dilly lilies? Surely I have gone mad.... LOLLLLLLLL dilly roo...what? I always picture his boots as like. yellow rubber rainboots. but um I don't think rubber rainboots existed then. I need to figure out how to picture them different lol The vision laughed again, such a merry ringing of bells that Aragorn reasoned that even if he had lost all sense, at least his hallucinations were of a friendly nature. FAIR, they are not always to him <3 He shut his eyes and gingerly grasped the back of his head in both hands. There was a knot there as big an egg from the Rivendell cook's best hen. He groaned as he bit his bottom lip. It hurt badly enough to bring tears. AWWWSDKAFHGSDFG YESS tears of pain from Aragorn is a rare thing that I like very much closing his eyes and gingerly grasping his head <3 dang as big as a best hen's egg these things tend to be exaggerating but if he's not that would be a hard crack indeed "There, there, my boy," the voice said, and Aragorn heard scrabbling steps coming down the bank and a hand laid itself on his arm. "Can you open your eyes for old Tom?" AWWWWW <3 immediately coming to help when it's obvious he's in pain Tom... the name spurred a memory somewhere in the murky recesses of his mind. He knew there was a man with that name... a special man... yessss indeedddd :) He looked up and squinted at the wrinkled face. "Tom... Bombadil?" Elrond... no, not Elrond. It had been Elladan, or had it been Glorfindel? Erestor? Someone, at any rate, had told him about Tom Bombadil, that he lived in the wilds of the Old Forest by the Withywindle, but whoever it was had said nothing about yellow boots, blue feathers or silly songs. skdhkgs they should have XD that's like, integral parts of his personality "Bom Tom, jolly Tom... you have found none other, young man. Tom Bombadil is my name, and yonder stands Goldberry, and we'll take you home and patch you up, for you look in great need of it." aww yayyyy <3 Aragorn looked past Tom and there on the river bank stood a woman so fair and lovely that had Aragorn not so recently been wholly smitten by the beauty of the Evenstar, he might have fallen instantly head over heels in love with her. lolll like Frodo luckily he's got Arwen <3 He finally found his tongue. "I am..." He paused. Should he use his real name? What had Elladan... Erestor... blast it all, who had it been... said about Tom? LOL I love the continued inability to remember who exactly it was and now getting frustrated about it Was he friend or foe? His wits were so tossed and battered he couldn't remember. He looked at the jolly little man, trying desperately to find the answer. Old Tom smiled, and then the merry light in his eyes deepened into something that stilled the wild tumble of Aragorn's troubled thoughts. awww <33 stilling the wild tumble He saw a benevolence there, ageless and wise and made of all the good things that Arda once was and might someday be again. AWWWWW It was as if the spirit of something long vanished from the world was looking back at Aragorn, and smiling. This time, it wasn't his aching head that put tears in Aragorn's eyes. SKADHFDSGKHFKGHSDKGH <3333 <:))) I loveeeeee it's so reassuring and Good. was looking back at Aragorn...and smiling. That that benevolence is smiling at HIM is just very...comforting? Feels special? Secure? Something like that. AND TEARS AT THE WARM FEELING <33 "My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn," he said firmly, "and I am very honored to meet you." AWWWWWW <3333 the first thing he's confident and assertive in: no longer a wild confusion: he can trust this man with his name, and it is an honor indeed to meet him <33

PSW	Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 10/14/2015
Another great story! Tom's songs were fun, and sounded just right! And then the shift to Aragorn's worries about his impending Chieftain-hood. His concerns seem quite realistic for a young man of his experience, agreed. I like the path you took with it -- in fact, I would love to see your version of this time during his life. I haven't run across one that seemed quite right to me so far, but this conversation seemed to walk a very good line between anxiety and how things have been and how they will likely be. I enjoyed both 'parts' of this story, thanks so much for writing! :-) Author Reply: Okay, I'm mortified that I'm thanking you for this SEVEN YEARS after you left it, but... thank you!! I've been out of the Tolkien fandom, at least in terms of actively writing, for quite some time and checking reviews didn't seem like something I needed to do, but now that I know this website's notifications are borked, I'll have to check in a little more often. I'm glad you liked my take on this period of Aragorn's life. It really is hard to fill in those blanks with the right measure of bravery, innocence--or maybe naivete is a better word--hopefulness and nervousness. It seems like stories either make him too dejected or too optimistic when I feel the most human emotions would put him somewhere in between, with some days better than others, but most days optimistic.

TheDreamer	Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 10/2/2012
I have to thank you for writing this! Tom Bombadill is my favorite character from my childhood, and I can never find any fanfic about him ;) Also loved the part when the twins talked about Halbarad: ‘How tall is he now? When will he join us? Is he good with a bow? Can he hunt a wild stag? Will he be a good warrior? Does he know farming and husbandry and how to keep a village fed and warm through a hard winter?' Well, you know the rest... :) Author Reply: Thank you, Dreamer! So glad you enjoyed this. You're very right in that there's little fanfic out there for Tom Bombadil, probably because he's a hard character to get a good grasp on! Or at least he was for me. The twins and Halbarad are far more in my wheelhouse. I figure as much time as the Sons of Elrond spent with the Dunedain, they probably knew Halbarad well and likely had to put up with all his eager questions about Aragorn! Thanks for the review!

Alaura J.	Reviewed Chapter: 2 on 6/19/2012
I didn't much understand (or, admittedly, care for) Tom before. I didn't see the point of him. But, this tale has completely changed my mind, and everything that needs to be clear is. Thank you for helping me appreciate this delightful guy. I love the authentic poetry, be it silly or beautiful or serious. Do you have any other poems published? Author Reply: Thank you, Alaura! I'm so glad this little story helped you appreciate Tom B! That does my heart good, because I write fanfic in order to find greater meaning in Tolkien's works for myself. Tom is definitely a riddle, isn't he? I can't say that I fully understand his role in Middle-earth, either, although writing this did help me sort out a few things. As for the poetry, no, I don't have any other poems. My writing tends to follow prosey paths rather than poetic, for the most part. To be honest, sometimes poetry mystifies me as much as Tom Bombadil! g Thanks again for the review!

layne	Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 6/10/2011
I love the bantering and the teasing between them and yet the twins' protectiveness ( especially Elladan's ) of Estel shone bright and true. And oh, Estel, you needn't have worried, your people would accept you, and more! Btw, that bit about Estel being Halbarad's love interest had me grinning like a loon lol. Author Reply: Thank you, layne! So glad you enjoyed this, and especially the bantering... I love writing brotherly teasing between these three. :)

Estelcontar	Reviewed Chapter: 3 on 6/5/2011
A perfect ending to a most delightful tale. I'm so glad you expanded it. I like your Elladan, and can so understand him. His use of "litlest" as an endearment was just the right touch and a very subtle way of showing the special relationship which, I imagine, existed between the twins and Aragorn. Besides you did a great job of showing between the lines how both of them felt in relation to the Dúnedain of Arnor, and that is something rare to see in fan fiction. To my mind your young Aragorn is spot on. He feels as insecure as a young man suddenly burdened by the load of responsability thrust upon him must have felt, but, on the other hand, we also glimpse the humility, wiseness, and strength of mind that were so conspicuously present in the Aragorn we came to to know and love. Great story! Author Reply: Thank you, Estelcontar--so glad you liked the entire tale and the "expansion" parts. :) I love to think about the relationship between the twins and Aragorn... like you say, I'm sure it had to have been a special one, and very deep. And I do like writing the twins and their relationship with the Dunedain--there's such a special bond there and I agree completely that it gets overlooked in most fanfiction. Here's to filling that gap! :)

Estelcontar	Reviewed Chapter: 2 on 6/5/2011
Well, what can I say. Your Tom sounds very Bombadilish. You've managed, to my mind, to capture the essence of both Tom and Goldberry, and also to convey the quiet happiness and tranquility that they both irradiate. I like that your Aragorn though young and so still insecure is wise enough to recognize that Tom is beyond his ken. And the poems sound very Tolkienish too. Author Reply: Thank you, Estelcontar! Tom Bombadil very nearly is beyond my ken, so maybe that's why I was able to write Aragorn so convincingly befuddled and bemused by him. And Aragorn himself at this age is also a challenge to find the balance between confidence and insecurity. He's bound to have have loads of both, really. Glad you enjoyed this chapter!

Estelcontar	Reviewed Chapter: 1 on 6/5/2011
I loved this chapter when I first read it, and I loved it even better now that I've reread it. You've managed to give us a delightful glimpse of elusive Tom. The poems sound perfect, and your young Aragorn is very engaging. And what a great ending. Author Reply: Thank you! Glad you liked the tweaking I did to it... there wasn't a lot but enough to expand it in to a true opening chapter. And elusive is a perfect word for Tom!

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