Aragorn Gif Novels & Stories

The Cabin In The Woods Thirty-Five: Elijah We run around for hours on end. Me chasing her, her chasing me. She is really fast that I can hardly keep up with her and every time she chases me. Well, she tackles me down to the ground even though I’m bigger than her she actually can hold me down. Her or her wolf likes to lick me on my nose. To my surprise Aragorn doesn’t seem to mind her doing what she wants to do with us. “That’s because she is too cute to get mad at. Look how cute and small she is thinking that she is a barny bad a*s.” I say laughing at him. “What’s so funny?” He asks me, sounding annoyed with me all of a sudden.

He quickly steps up as I turn and head straight for the forest. Trent says, "This way, folks, let's get you settled in. Those of you who are hungry, please follow David here"—He gestured for David to come forward. David is another member of my community who works in the kitchen—" and those of you who would like to rest, please follow me." Trent had finished. As I walked away, Aragorn came to the surface, and as we cleared the tree line. I quickly stripped, and soon I was standing in my wolf form on all four deadly paws. Aragorn shook out his black fur, as black as the darkest night.

Elora’ POV Arwen howled in joy like I never saw her do. She was jumping up and down like crazy and was obviously elated at that moment. And then, she answered, ‘Aragorn is my spirit mate. He was Dominic’s sleeping wolf.’ “Aragorn…” I uttered the name once again, feeling the movements of my lips as the sound escaped my mouth. What a lovely name for a spirit wolf.

He managed to kill three out of five of them before getting knocked out. Ara is surprised with the sudden entrance of the two men in casual clothes covered in blood. She knew better not to struggle. She had her instinct tell her they aren't likely to accept any form of objections. "Come with us and nothing else will happen to you. Ask one question, I'll cut your tongue," one said with a stiff expression on his face. He's the type of not of a talker.

Lady Tory’s face darkened instantly, her composure cracking for just a heartbeat. I let my smile soften. “But don’t worry,” I added. “I wouldn’t dream of stealing your moment. After all… some crowns are heavier than they look.” Her nostrils flared, but Aragorn lifted a hand, silencing her. “That’s enough bickering,” he said. But I noticed it... the faint twitch at the corner of his lips. Amusement. He enjoyed watching me spar with her. “Now,” Aragorn continued, sweeping a hand toward his allies, “since you’ll be standing at my side today, you might as well be properly introduced, to one of my most trusted ally, Eva.”

I said to him. I'm still chewing on the orange he gave me, noticing his expression when I tell him this information. “Seriously? Does anyone already know?” “Nope. I also just found out this morning when they took my blood” I showed my hands to him, there are a lot of needle marks in there. Arthur smiles, almost laugh.

I would take it. Saraya reached out for the hand of a teenage girl, making her lowered to sit on the bench placed in front of her. I watched her eyes blaze as she healed the girl. Knowing too much of that would drain her, I held my mouth to Tabitha's ear and whispered, "Help mama out." Then I directed my gaze at Keanu, his innocent knowing eyes held mine and he wiggled out of Aragorn’s arms. Gesturing to Aragorn and Duke to let them go, the two hurried to their mother.

~~~~~ Dusk comes too fast. A black SUV idles at the corner of my compound. Tinted windows. No markings. The driver doesn’t speak, just opens the door. Aragorn is already inside—wearing navy blue sleeves, and black slacks. He looks up when I slide in and his whole face changes. Like the air got lighter. “You came,” he says, almost surprised. “Did you think I wouldn’t?” “I thought maybe you’d spend all day overthinking and text me some polite excuse.”

Becking with his hand, a group of elves stepped forward and bowed before the man. The elf-lord of the Silvan Elves was just about to give them orders concerning the arrangement for Luna's friends when he sensed a familiar presence grace his throne room. "Aragorn, I did it!"

The walls, once painted with runes of protection, were now home to framed photographs: Elias in his first tailored suit beside Cassian covered in mud and cookie crumbs; Bain holding baby Aragorn up to the sky like a lion king moment; Cassie glowing with joy, her crown of motherhood and survival etched in every line on her face. The estate no longer buzzed with alarms or magical barriers. The world hadn’t ended. No gods had fallen through the sky. No portals had cracked open. And yet… they had changed everything. Aragorn was ten years old now. He was tall for his age, with ash-blond hair like his father’s and haunting green eyes like his mother’s—eyes that seemed to glow whenever he was deep