March 16: Arnor
A gentle breeze brushed the hilltop, combing the ruins...
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Title: Former Glories
Author: Linda Hoyland
Characters/Pairing: Aragorn, Halbarad
Word count: 250
Book/Source: LOTR book-verse
Disclaimer - These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain.
A gentle breeze brushed the hilltop, combing the ruins. Even in bright sunlight Weathertop was a desolate place. Aragorn and Halbarad wandered amongst the ruins of which nothing remained but a circle of stones.
"To think what we once were and what we have now become!" Halbarad exclaimed.
"Master Elrond has told me how magnificent Fornost and the watchtowers once were. Men could see them for miles around." Aragorn replied.
"If he should depart from Middle-earth, not even the memories will remain." Halbarad sighed
"Arnor could rise again from the ashes," said Aragorn. "If the Dark Lord were to be defeated, we could rebuild the watchtowers and make Fornost fairer than it ever was before."
"I see why you were named "Estel", said Halbarad wistfully.
A light glittered in Aragorn's eyes. He placed his hand on his sword hilt. "I swear that I will dedicate my all, to my last drop of blood to defeating Sauron and reviving our people's fortunes. " he said solemnly.
"You are ever the dreamer, my friend." Halbarad placed his hand on the hilt of his own blade. "Alas, I cannot share your hope, but I would gladly give my life helping you achieve it."
A sudden gust blew across Aragorn's face and chilled him to the bone. "We must always hope," he said. " Though the darkness might deepen for a while, I believe the light will never be extinguished. Let us leave this place, though. It has too many memories for our people."