Aspiring artist, fan of AC especially Jacob Frye / current hyperfixation OUAT/ female demi bisexual / like to read, draw and being outdoors/ check out my DA page https://www.deviantart.com/chio-chiisai
No more " you can choose" . Give me a woman born in the brotherhood like the frye but let me see her grow up in it. Childhood training mission. First kill. Introduction to the council and the creed. Being "brainwash" in believing she is doing good.
Or make her a commoner, a child brought into the creed and who realize that all the people at the top of the brotherhood are often aristocrats who never had to let go of their freedom to live the next day.
Let her be devoted to the cause let me see her be even a bit naive in what she believes.
Then let her grow like you let ezio and altair do. Make her cocky but also wise. Not just a living punchlines machine or a disapproving female figure. Do not make her relation to a man the core of her story.
Show her question what she is doing. Make her afraid of being shun by the brotherhood, the only thing, the only rules and life she ever knew. Let her fight for what she knows is a good cause but not what she believes in anymore. Let her loose and get hurt.
Let her rebuild herself. Let her be friend with historic people who are more than cameo and merchants npc and show her what fighting from freedom can mean. What living for yourself can mean.
Show her habits. Show her discovering small pleasures in life that are seen wasteful as an assassin : Her favourite food. Her favourite book.
Make her assassin robes evolve as her fashion tastes and identity evolve too.
“This one might be more useful to you.” A book enters your line of sight as you return the book in your hand to its rightful place on the shelf. It’s written in Sindarin anyway and therefore of little use to you. The one now being offered to you though is printed in the common tongue.
The hand holding it looks worn with work and exploration, adorned by fingerless gloves and a ring with green gems. You follow the arm up until you meet kind blue eyes. They belong to Estel, Lord Elrond’s ward. You blink in surprise as you gently take it from him.
“Thank you…” You haven’t been a guest in Rivendell for a significantly long time but you have been here long enough to know that he is a ranger and, when in Rivendell, can often be seen amongst Elrond and his children. He’s kind-eyed and soft-spoken and (you’re now beginning to also see) very charming too.
“Come, I think this section will be to your liking.” He offers with a polite dip of his head as he begins leading you away to another section of the library. You notice his hair as you follow him through the aisles of shelves. His hair is long but not as long as the elves’. He appears human but there’s something about his mannerisms that make you doubt he’s wholly human too. He leads you to a section on nature. “I really love the wildflower illustrations in these ones-” his worn fingers run along the embossed spines before doing the same to a few books two shelves up, “-and these are on Fangorn forest…”
“Have you ever been?” You ask, made curious by the fond smile on his lips.
“I haven’t, no, but the eldar speak very highly of the old trees there. They’re awake, you know? Aware, moving, speaking…”
“I would like to see it for myself…” You say softly as you ponder what it might be like to talk with a tree. Aragorn smiles softly at your words. You clearly have a deep curiosity and respect for nature and something about who you are is intuitively pulling him towards you. He lets the silence hang between the two of you for a while before he speaks once again:
“Are you free the day after tomorrow?” He asks and you take a moment to recall your schedule.
“Yes…?” You reply, unsure as to why he’s asking.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“Estel… it’s incredible…” You breathe out as you look over the valley that Rivendell resides in, the waterfalls and rivers and the beautiful architecture, the steep rising hills of the valley and the blanket of tree canopy all around. He’s taken you on a ride up to the top of one of said hills, the horses grazing nearby as you stand near the ledge, the wind and distant rush of water joining the melodies of birds around you.
He joins you in admiring the view – one of his favourite spots he found when he first began his training as a ranger. But his eyes aren’t on the valley of Rivendell like yours are. They’re on you.
“Indeed it is…”
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