Alright so this is really just a teaser chapter for the rest of the story. Please enjoy, and please review!
Most people go through life without truly understanding what this word means. To most it means letting your younger sibling get the last of the cookies, or give up an hour of their time to help out someone else. They don't ever get to see the tragic edge that this word can hold. How sacrifice can mean putting yourself on the line and risking yourself for someone else. It could be a friend, or an innocent soul that needs to be saved.
Now this being said, not everyone has the luxury of being so naïve.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn is not one of those people. He has been surrounded by sacrifice for almost his entire life. From his true parents, to the rangers of the north, and the friends that he had been traveling with for the past months, sacrifices have surrounded him nonstop.
Boromir had sacrificed his life for Merry and Pippin, numerous random souls had been lost to the now frequent orc attacks, and now one of his closest friends had sacrificed himself for him and the other inhabitants of Helms Deep.
As he walked through the hoards of dead warriors, elves, men, and orcs alike, he searched for one figure in particular. He searched for a friend whom he had known for years and had become close to immediately.
As the ranger looked, he hoped that the word sacrifice would not have to reach his mind once again.
He hoped that his friend wouldn't be found among the lost.
Sorry it's so short but I really just wanted to put this story out there and tease you readers a little bit. I know it's cruel but it must be done. Please review and tell me what you think. The next chapter will be posted tomorrow.