Aragorn x Dunedin reader where they are traveling buddies that hunt orcs and save villages and are constantly getting mistaken for a couple and they awkwardly have to explain they aren't. Just something funny and cute! You can decide if they get together or something but this would be epic
Requested By: @jinx-is-fire
A/N: Aaaaa I'm such a slacker, but I actually enjoy how this turned out! :3 It would've been done sooner but I had some saving issues >:(
"I got your back!" I shouted. I leapt behind Aragon striking the orc that approached him. We fought for a moment striking weapons until I finally got a hit. The orcs body sank to the ground. Aragon's back pressed against mine as we continued to fight until there were no orcs left. "They are wandering further out than they normally do," Aragon grumbled, sheathing his sword. I sheathed mine as well and turned to face him. We were much closer than intended. Blushing, I stepped back. "They are getting brave," Aragon added, looking back to the town in front us. "Well they need to stop getting brave," I reported, brushing loose hairs from my face. Aragon let out a chuckle at my comment. It had been a long trek from the borders of Rohan to Bree, but we finally made it. Our attention turned toward the gate of Bree that rested only a few feet away. I bent down and hooked my arms under one of the orc bodies dragging it off the path and into the woods around us. Aragon did the same until all the orcs were off of the path. “Come, let us enter Bree,” he motioned, moving toward the gate. “I could use a smoke right about now,” I huffed, following after him. “Soon,” he spoke. We approached the gate and knocked. A small piece of wood slid away from the door revealing the eyes of the gatekeeper. “Oi it’s you Strider,” he squawked, glancing past him and to me. “Brought your friend back aye?” he asked, eyeing me. I’d only been in Bree two times before this. “We wish to stay at the inn,” I called, over Aragon’s shoulder. The gatekeeper stood silently for a moment before pushing the small piece of wood back in place. The gate swung open revealing the muddy town of Bree. It had rained a good deal earlier in the day which caused everything to slow. Aragon moved into Bree and I followed after him sticking very close. My guard was up, just in case. There were no words shared between us as we came to the door of the Prancing Pony. Aragon pushed the door open and held it so that I could enter into the warm wooden building. The scent of ale and different types of beer drifted into my nose along with the scent of weed. The weed was a welcomed smell. Aragon nudged me as he passed and I followed after him to a table hidden in the back of the inn. We placed ourselves down in the table tossing our cloaks over the backs of the chairs. I leaned back in the chair stretching out my legs and arms. “Valar it feels good to sit down,” I chuckled. Aragon nodded in agreement. I jerked as the innkeeper seemed to appear out of nowhere. He was a short and stocky fellow. If I were to stand his head would barely reach my breast. “What can I get for the lovely couple?” he asked, eyeing Aragon and myself. My face turned a deep shade of pink. “Oh we’re not courting,” I spoke, quickly. Embarrassment rushed over me. “Oh?” The innkeeper cocked his brow at us. “She speaks the truth,” Aragon spoke, lowly. The innkeeper nodded. “My apologise,” he bowed, awkwardly at the waist. “A room for two and a hot meal," Aragon called, changing the subject. "Oh- right away!" He squeaked, rushing off. "Why does everyone assume we are courting?" I grumbled, keeping my face away from his, knowing that it was pink. "I am unsure," he chuckled. My heart dropped slightly in my chest, but I ignored it. Aragon pulled two pipes from a pouch that was hooked to his belt. "Weed?" He offered. "Of course!" I responded. He took out a pinch of weed and stuffed it into the end of each pipe. He then lit them and handed me a pipe. I put the pipe to my lips and inhaled the sweet smoke blowing out a small ring. I did this a few more times before a young lady returned to the table holding two plates in her hands. "Food for the lovlies," she purred. I shot her a burning stare, but she ignored it. "May I have a pint of ale as well?" I asked, sharply. "A pint of ale? For a lass?" She asked. I nodded in response. She frowned before walking away. I glanced down at the plates that had been given to us. On each plate was a small loaf of bread, three slices of elvish cheese, and a handful of stunning green grapes. I set the pipe aside and plucked a grape from it’s branch. I popped it into my mouth savoring the sour taste. I popped another one into my mouth before picking up my pipe and smoking until there was nothing left in my pipe. The young lady returned with a pint of ale. She set it down in front of me. “Pint of ale for the brave lass,” she retorted. I waited until she left our table before I took a sip of the ale given to me. It was a strange taste, but I endured it. “So why exactly did we have to come to Bree?” I asked, glancing over at Aragon as I took a piece from the bread and stuffed it into my mouth. “Gandalf requested our presence,” he replied, after a puff of smoke came from his pipe. “Gandalf the Gray? The wizard?” I clarified. Aragon gave me a small nod of his head. “Why exactly did he want us in Bree?” I questioned. It wasn’t like a wizard to send rangers to do their dirty work. “We are on the watch for Hobbits. He said they will be passing through in a few days and we are to escort them to Rivendale,” he finished, setting his empty pipe back into his pouch. I handed him mine as well. “Hobbits aye? I didn’t even know they still existed,” I commented, glancing toward the entrance of the inn. “They do well to stay out of our way,” Aragon spoke, following my gaze. “Do you see something?” He asked, calmly. I looked away from the door and stuffed another piece of bread into my mouth. “Just dazing,” I replied, after I swallowed my bite. We sat quietly in the corner of the inn finishing our food and watching the guests drink and eat. Some retreated to their rooms leaving the inn a little quieter. I yawned stretching my arms out and placing them behind my head for a moment. “I think I am going to turn in for the night,” I muttered, yawning again. “Alright, I will be up later,” Aragon nodded. I stood from my chair and began to walk from the table to a set of stairs in the opposite corner of the inn’s bar. I walked up the stairs abandoning the loudness bellow and entering a silent hallway of closed doors. I walked down the hall until a name on one of the doors read Strider plus one. I pushed the door open stepping inside. I sighed heavily as my eyes landed on a single bed. It was large enough for two people. I rolled my eyes and unclipped my sword from my belt leaning it on the right side of the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed and raised my leather overcoat over my head and setting it on the floor. I removed my leather boots and slid into the bed. I wore my trousers, a light almost see through tunic, and a pair of weather worn socks. I untucked my tunic before lying myself under the furs that covered the bed. As I made myself comfortable I checked to make sure that my sword was in arm’s length, just in case. I finally closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall into a light sleep
I stirred slightly as a weight began to form in the bed next to me. My eyes did not open as a warmth brushed against my back. On instinct I moved myself back toward the warmth, not awake enough to look around or open my eyes. I was comfortable.
I woke up slowly shifted under the furs. My eyes shot open as a weight hung on me. I turned my head swiftly only for my face to turn pink. I was surprised to find Aragon snuggled against my back his arm draped tiredly over my waist and his other arm tucked under his head. He looked peaceful. The morning light was barely changing the room. Yawning, I carefully turned my body to where I was facing Aragon. I tucked my head under his chin not fully aware of what I was doing. A soft smile crossed my tired face as his arm tightened around my waist pulling me closer to his body. I closed my eyes and slipped off into a light sleep once more.
I woke up once more to a cold chill running up my back. I was alone. My eyes opened only to find the bed empty. I rolled onto my back and stretched out yawning. My tunic had slid up onto my stomach revealing a small portion of my stomach. I sat up and fixed my tunic glancing around the room. I stood from the bed and stretched once more. My sword had been moved. I scooped it up and set it on the bed. I tucked my tunic back into my trousers jumping slightly as the door opened. “Good morning,” Aragon rasped. His voice was rough which told me he hadn’t been awake for very long. My face turned pink as I recalled what hapoened last night. “Morning,” I bowed my head slightly. He walked further into the room closing the door behind him. He moved toward a wooden shelf that sat in the corner of the room. Our cloaks, packs, and other items had been placed on the shelf. He scooped up his pack and set it on the bed taking out a fresh tunic. I sat down on the bed turning my back to him as he removed his tunic. My eyes moved to my lap as Aragon came around the bed toward a mirror and a bowl of water. He stood in front of it splashing his face with the water inside the bowl. I glanced up slightly skimming my eyes over his shoulder blades and down his back. His back was scarred, but not badly. I quickly looked away as I noticed his eyes meeting mine through the mirror. I stood up and turned my back to him scooping my sword and unsheathing it. I walked to my pack and removed a strangely sharp rock. I walked back to the bed and sat down setting the sword across my knees as I began to sharpen it. The room was filled with the scraping of my sword against the sharpener. He began to move from the mirror and past the bed retrieving a fresh tunic. He slipped it over his head covering his body. I stood up and slid my sword back into its sheath. I stood from the bed. “I am going to go downstairs,” I reported, hooking the sword to my belt which I slipped on. “I will be down later,” he mumbled.
I made my way downstairs into the early morning of the inn. There were very few people at the tables eating a nice breakfast. “Good morning, would you like something to eat?” A new face came up to me. “That would be lovely, thank you,” I purred. As the stranger walked away I moved to the table we had taken the night before. I sat down shifting my sword into an easy position. I pressed my back against the chair and breathed in the scent of fresh bread and ale. “Here you are lass,” The stranger returned setting a plate and a cup down in front of me. I was shocked to see two eggs, a small loaf of bread, and a cup of the finest cows milk in Bree. I smiled warmly to the young man. “Thank you very much,” I chirped. The man stood there for a moment longer. I quickly realized he was staring at my attire. My face grew less friendly. “Is there a problem here?” Aragon stepped up behind the stranger startling him out of his trance. “No-No, no problem at all sir. I was just offering your lovely lass some breakfast,” the man whined, nervously. “I am not his lass,” I reported, looking away. My cheeks turned a light shade of pink as Aragon chuckled. A spark of hope seemed to burn in the stranger’s eyes. “And I’m not looking either,” I spoke, quickly, bringing my gaze back to the two. Within an instant of my words the stranger fled. Aragon seated himself down next to me. “So quick to shoo him away,” Aragon chuckled, nudging my shoulder. “No interest in children,” I snorted, watching the young man race around the inn. He only looked to be twenty years old at the least. That comment received another chuckle from Aragon. “I will not give myself to a man who is at least twenty years younger than myself,” I reported, looking at Aragon. He continued to chuckle. I gave him a sly smile and smacked his shoulder causing him to laugh a little harder. After settling himself the man returned with a plate and cup for Aragon as well. We silently began to eat our food enjoying the peacefulness of the inn. I took a sip of my milk and pushed the empty plate away. “So when are these Hobbits supposed to be coming through?” I asked, setting the now empty cup down. “Tonight or tomorrow night I would assume,” Aragon replied, through a mouthful of bread. I nodded looking toward the entrance of the inn. “It has been a long time since I have been to Bree. I think I am going to take a walk,” I stated, suddenly. Aragon’s gaze turned to me. “Don’t get lost,” he teased. I stuck my tongue out at him and stood up walking toward the inn door. My eyes noticed a short man standing behind the main counter. His bald head seemed to shine without any light on it. “Ah, hello Mr. Butterbur,” I nodded. I seemed to have startled the old fellow. I remembered his name from the last time I had been in Bree. The memory popped into my head and I quickly regretting speaking to him. “Oi I know you! You’re the one who fought my servant Bob ‘cause he wasn’t treatin’ your horse right!” he blurted. Embarrassment washed over me. I didn’t actually fight him, I just gave him a stern warning. “Aye that was me,” I replied, without thinking. I mentally kicked myself. The last time I had been in Bree I hadn’t been accompanied by Aragon. “What kinda trouble you gettin’ into these days?” he asked, hesitantly. “Not much, Strider keeps me in line most days,” I reported. A grim look crossed his face. “Servant beater to a ranger,” he grumbled. A frown crossed my own face. I turned my back to the innkeeper and began to make my way out of the inn. “Better watch yourself lass, people don’t take well to rangers!” he called. I knew that people in Bree were mostly terrified of Rangers, especially Strider.
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I spent most of the day wandering around the small town of Bree enjoying the fresh air and the somewhat peacefulness of the town. I had run across a small fight between two farmers, but I stayed out of their way and they stayed out of mine. I had also noticed multiple Halflings wandering through Bree. They were very small compared to me, almost as small as children. “Oi, Ranger!” I turned my head toward the sudden call of my rank. A tall beanpole strode toward me his hands held out at his sides. “Can I help you with something?” I asked, looking up into his eyes. He was at least five inches taller than myself, but his body was skinny and frail looking. I didn’t doubt his strength. “Said he saw some rangers killin’ orcs outside the gate,” I stared blankly at him for a moment unsure on who saw what. I quickly assumed he meant the nice man at Bree’s gate. “That was us,” I replied, resting on hand on my hip and the other on the hilt of my sword. “You think you’d do better to get rid of ‘em,” he snorted. “Some poor kid saw ‘em in the bushes this mornin’,” he snapped. Guilt washed over me. I had been the one to suggest stashing the bodies in the bushes to keep them off of the path. “My apologies sir,” I bowed my head slightly. He huffed and stormed off knocking into my shoulder as he went. I made a decision to take my walk outside of Bree and deal with the bodies while I was at it. I began to walk toward the gate only to receive glares from the towns people. “I wish to exit Bree,” I called, as I approached the gate keeper. “Of course deary, but be careful, orcs seem to be comin’ nearer everyday,” he reported. I waited quietly for the gate to open. Once it was open I stepped out into the silent woods and moved to the bushes where we had hidden the bodies. One by one I began to transport the bodies further into the woods with all intentions of burning them. I set the last body down and sighed taking a moment to catch my breath. I could fight and move, but carrying dead weight was another story to me. I froze in place as a rustling sounded behind me. I had been alone since I’d left Bree’s gates, but I was no longer alone. I rested my hand on the hilt of my sword and slowly began to remove it from it’s sheath. A loud bellow sounded behind me. Swiftly I pulled the sword out and whirled on my heels decapitating an orc. More came from the bushes. I began to fight with the nearest orc having to switch from one orc to the next. I was outnumbered five to one. I knew that I couldn’t fight them. I managed to kill another, but was grabbed from behind. I yelped as my sword was pried from my hands as my arms were locked against my back. An orc stepped in front of me and I used my holder to kick the orc square in the chest knocking him down. The orc holding me stumbled back, but he didn’t not release my arms. “Do not kill her!” shouted one of the orcs. They held me steady as another stepped in front of me. “That’s her lads,” he boomed, pressing the tip of a knife against my cheek. I yelped as the skin was split. I tried to pull free, but a hard fist hit my stomach knocking the breath from my lungs. “That’ll teach her! Hold her still,” I let out a loud cry hoping someone would hear me. Another hard fist connected with my bleeding cheek dazing me. My head hung against my chest as pain washed over my body. Suddenly I was dropped. My body crumbled against the ground fighting for strength. I brought myself to my hands and knees taking a moment to gasp for breath. My head was pounding and my cheek was burning. The cries of the orcs echoed in my ears until there was a silence. The upper half of my body was lifted. I fell back slightly, but a pair of strong arms caught me. “(Name) are you alright?” Aragon’s worried voice washed over me. “I’m fine..” I groaned, bringing my eyes to look at him. I blinked away the blurriness that had tried to seduce me. “You’re bleeding, come let us return to Bree,” Aragon helped me to my feet slinging my arm over his shoulder. He helped me walk back to Bree.
He sat me down on the bed and crouched in front of me examining the wound on my cheek. “It’s not too deep,” he spoke. I watched as he rushed away digging in his pack for a few items. He returned holding a bandage. I hissed curses through gritted teeth as he began to dab the wound clearing the blood. “I do not have any kingsfoil on me, but I do know where we can get some,” he commented, continuing to dab the wound. “How many times have you saved my life now?” I asked, suddenly. He seemed taken aback by my question. “Well, I can’t let my Melinda die can I?” he smiled. “Aragon..” I gasped, recognizing the word he used. His smile grew. “What do you say (Name)?” he continued to dab the wound. “Yes!” I threw my arms around his neck hugging him tightly. Now I wouldn’t have to worry about correcting people.
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