My First Ficcy

Note: This is my first completed fic and I started it when it was late and I was tired. If it seems too sappy or plotless for your liking, please be kind in saying so when you review. A thousand apologies for this fic if it sucks.


"Not so fast, Your Highness," came a voice from behind Aragorn. He tensed at first, readying for battle, but then the voice registered in his mind. He knew who it was. He turned his horse around to see a woman standing there with a dog beside her, her bowstring drawn back and the arrow aimed at him. Her eyes were blue behind a white film, showing her blindness. She had hair that seemed half-blonde, half-brown pulled back into a high ponytail and wore simple clothes made of sturdy leather and comfortable, flexible cloth.

"You didn't honestly think you'd make it through without being noticed, did you...Strider?" said the woman, smiling.

"I guess not with you on watch," said Aragorn with a laugh. The woman laughed too and put her arrow back in her quiver, slinging her bow back over her back. Aragorn dismounted his horse and embraced his old friend.

"It is good to see you, Selina," he said.

"I wish I could say the same," chuckled Selina. "I'm not seeing much of anything anymore these days, I'm afraid."

"I never expected it to stop you in the least," said Aragorn, touching her cheek affectionately. She smiled at his fond touch as she always did. She groped for her dog's collar and grasped onto it.

"Come on, I'll take you back to camp," said Selina. She took Aragorn's hand and the dog led the both of them to an encampment. Men and women were dressed in a similar way to Selina, some sparring with swords and some just talking. Aragorn felt like he'd come to a second home, seeing his fellow Rangers again.

"Strider!" said a young man, blond and around 19. He ran to Aragorn and embraced him like a brother. Aragorn laughed and hugged him back. Other Rangers looked up and saw them, some calling to others, "Hey, Strider's back!" or "I don't believe it, it's -Strider-!"

"It's me, Beregond!" said the younger man, as though Aragorn needed to be reminded. Beregond's bright blue eyes glittered as they always did and he still had a slightly boyish face.

"You've certainly grown up since I last saw you," said Aragorn, clapping Beregond on the shoulder. "How old were you, six, seven?"

"Nine," Beregond corrected him.

"Beregond's been scouting the East," said Selina. "He almost saved the whole party from an ambush from the Wild Men."

"Did he?" said Aragorn, looking at Beregond with pride like an older brother would. Beregond beamed proudly, making himself seem even more like a boy. Selina smiled and led Aragorn to an empty tent.

"In case you haven't figured it out already," said Selina playfully. "You've been sorely missed. It's never been the same since you became a king."

"I have to admit, I've missed this too," said Aragorn, looking out at the encampment fondly. "I keep reliving my experiences to my children more times for me to count. Especially my son, Eldarion." He was so busy recalling his Ranger days he didn't notice Selina's twinge of jealousy and anguish. She shook it off effectively.

"It's just good to have you back," she said, smiling. She wasn't facing him, but Aragorn knew that smile was for him. "I expect you'll have to leave us again soon, though...countries don't run well by their own devices."

"Don't remind me," sighed Aragorn. "I just want to enjoy being with my old friends."

"Aragorn, I'm compelled to ask," said Selina in a voice most unlike her own. Aragorn looked at her, knowing something was on her mind when she used his proper name. "But before I do, I wish to know...am I speaking with Gondor's king, or my dearest, oldest friend?"

"The king was left behind in Gondor, sweet Selina," said Aragorn, sitting beside her and taking her hand.

"Very well, then," said Selina. "How often have you thought of coming back? It took you rather long to finally do it...I'm just curious how much you missed us..."

"Selina," said Aragorn, turning her head to face him even though he knew it wouldn't make a scrap of difference. "Why would you ask something like that? I've missed everyone and everything here more than you could imagine..."

"I have more bearing of the feeling than you know," Selina countered. Something in her voice told Aragorn something was troubling her.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"Strider...Aragorn...I," Selina struggled, but the right words apparently escaped her. She just sighed and raised her hand to his neck, slowly trailing her fingers up to find his lips. Aragorn was at a loss, but all thought fled his mind as Selina leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. First it was tentative, but then deepened until Aragorn closed his eyes to revel in the feeling of the blind Ranger's mouth on his. Selina pulled away at length, but seemed to almost hate herself for doing so. Aragorn finally opened his eyes and looked at Selina, seeing tears well in her sightless eyes.

"Now you know," she choked. She stood and groped for her dog again, but the animal had already left. Aragorn stood and straightened Selina up, closing the tent-flap.

"Selina," he said gently. "It must have pained you for me to take so long in my return...and I admit, it was a bit selfish to keep my friends waiting all this time...but I'm willing to make all of that up to you....right now."

"No, you can't," said Selina, turning away from the sound of his voice (much as she hated to do so). "It's not right to do this just for me..."

"It wasn't right to let you remain a Ranger when you lost your sight, either," said Aragorn with a slight smirk. "But look at you...you could have picked me off in those woods easily, had I been an enemy." Selina turned her head back and her resolve seemed broken. Aragorn caressed her face with more than just friendly affection and brought his mouth to hers, reaching behind her head as he kissed her and undoing her hair-tie so her honey-colored hair fell loose. As though encouraged by him freeing her hair, Selina wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his black hair. Aragorn slipped his arms around her body and crushed her to him, drawing a small groan of fantasy fulfillment from deep in her throat. Aragorn vaguely wondered to himself how long she'd had these thoughts about him, but his mind was completely devoid of any rational thought once again as she slid her tongue into his mouth. It was his turn to groan now as he returned her gesture. Her fingers studied the fastenings of his jerkin, going slow, working out how they were done. She seemed to have them figured out as she finally reached for one and gave a gentle tug, feeling it come loose in her hand. Aragorn marvelled at how clever her fingers were as they undid the rest of his jerkin, sliding it down his shoulders and casting it aside carelessly. Her searching hands wandered his chest, memorizing everything from top to bottom.

"I was there for this," said Selina, running two fingers over a jagged scar on his right side. It was from when he was jumped by two Orcs when he was younger. Selina had come to his rescue, but lost her sight that day when she fell and smashed the back of her head on a rock.

"If it wasn't for me, you could still see," said Aragorn, his voice laiden with guilt. Selina gave an impatient little sigh that Aragorn found slightly amusing.

"We went over this years ago," she said softly. "I just slipped and fell and you couldn't have done anything about it. Besides, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have reason to keep going after losing my sight. You were the only one who still believed in me...and I'm grateful for it." She leant in to kiss him again, but missed his lips and instead her mouth found his unshaven chin. Aragorn suddenly wondered to himself why he hadn't bothered with shaving off his rugged beard once he became king. Selina didn't seem to mind in the least as she dragged her lips down to his neck, her tongue dancing lazily over his flesh. Aragorn now realized Selina was still fully clothed and undid her own jerkin. Her went slowly as he pulled it above her head, but nothing braced him for the sight that met him. The two rounded glories of her chest were slightly scarred from years of hunting down the last foul armies of Mordor, but in Aragorn's eyes, there was nothing more beautiful. Selina, however, felt the cold air hit her upper body and became rather self-concious about herself. She was scarred and marked by battle, but Arwen must have been perfect and the image of beauty itself. How could a simple Ranger compete with an Elf princess? Aragorn cared nothing for perfection now, seeing her scars as the thing that made Selina the one Selina he knew and now loved. He traced each scar with his finger, as though his touch could erase them and all the pain that came with them. As he caressed her, Selina almost felt like her scars really had gone and she was as perfect and truly beautiful as Arwen had ever been or ever would be. Aragorn pulled her body to his, listening to her indrawn hiss of breath as bare skin touched bare skin as though it was as beautiful as the song of an angel to him. He kissed her neck, smirking slightly against her skin as she squirmed from his beard tickling her neck. He blazed a trail of feather light kisses down to her left nipple, only bestowing a single swipe of his tongue on that taught peak. Selina drew a sharp breath, her body quivering for a minute. He took pity on her and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He felt Selina's heartbeat quicken, almost heard it. He took her nipple in his teeth, not biting, just holding. His hand moved to capture her other nipple in an equivalent vice. A small tremble went through Selina's body, her unseeing eyes flickering as she arched into Aragorn's caress.

"Strider," she whined, her need almost unbearable. Aragorn couldn't bear to deny her any longer. He gave her a little nudge onto the bed and unfastened her trousers, moving them down very slowly, but he was almost stunned at the sight of her laying on her back, fully exposed and at his mercy. He undid his almost painfully tight breeches and slid them off, positioning himself between Selina's legs. He didn' know whether she was a virgin or not, so he was very careful as he pushed inside her body. Judging by her strangled little squeak, he guessed that she -was-, indeed, a virgin. He closed his eyes as he moved himself all the way in, enjoying the blissful feel her slick heat around him. Both their breathing quickened as he started moving in and out of her, Selina's knuckles white with her grip on the bedsheets. Aragorn softly kissed her sweating forehead as he kept moving himself in and out of her chaste body, trying to distract her from the pain of losing her virginity. Her whimpering softened as intense pleasure replaced pain and they gave way to moans and pleas for more as the feeling heightened for both of them. Selina bit her lip until it bled to muffle herself as she arched up off the bed in her peak. The feeling of her walls contracting around him sent Aragorn over the edge. He buried his face into her neck as he released in her, moaning her name over and over. When both had recovered, Selina ran a slightly shaky hand over his sweaty face gently, trying to 'see' the expression on his face at that moment. He rolled off her, burying his face into her hair as both drifted off to sleep.