Aragorn II Elessar (
rangerandking) wrote in
eachdraidh2014-10-01 12:12 am
{Video/After the Feast: Open to Seelie & Unseelie}
There is a magic here that I have never encountered in all of my journeys across Middle Earth. I do not know what to call it or even where it originates. {His anger over having been taken from the final battle at the Black Gate has diminished. In its place, Aragorn looks solemn and paler than usual.} I can only ask that it returns me from whence I came. It is of the utmost importance that I do not -
{For the first time, his voice cracks and he falls silent.}
There is a battle. It will decide the fate of my world. If I do not fight within it; if I do not lend my strength to my men, more of them will perish. {Perhaps they will lose heart. Perhaps all of them will die in the face of their greatest fear. All of the possibilities are incredibly grim.} I must return.
My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and I am the rightful heir to the throne of Gondor. My place is with my people and my friends.
{No feast can distract him; food is naught but a texture against his tongue. Now isn't the time for joy and festivities. Rather, his entire attention is fixed upon that which he can't see anymore.
The Black Gate.
How far has he been transported? And by what sorcery? He holds onto his sword - the reforged Narsil - tightly, ready and waiting to draw it free from its sheathe.}
{For the first time, his voice cracks and he falls silent.}
There is a battle. It will decide the fate of my world. If I do not fight within it; if I do not lend my strength to my men, more of them will perish. {Perhaps they will lose heart. Perhaps all of them will die in the face of their greatest fear. All of the possibilities are incredibly grim.} I must return.
My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and I am the rightful heir to the throne of Gondor. My place is with my people and my friends.
{No feast can distract him; food is naught but a texture against his tongue. Now isn't the time for joy and festivities. Rather, his entire attention is fixed upon that which he can't see anymore.
The Black Gate.
How far has he been transported? And by what sorcery? He holds onto his sword - the reforged Narsil - tightly, ready and waiting to draw it free from its sheathe.}

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Do you not have Andúril?
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[Seriously, Aragorn. Common sense!]
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How convenient.}
What are we waiting for?
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For you to catch up!
[Meaning mentally, of course. Gimli shakes his head, amused, and starts off in the direction he hopes leads to the infirmary]
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He chuckles and lengthens his strides, following in the Dwarf's footsteps.}
What has Legolas told you of his current residence?
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I seek only to protect those I count as friends and those who are young.
{There are far too many children wandering around.}
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{He looks around curiously, peeking into a room as they pass by.}
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[Of course his idea of "attack" is a bit...wider than Aragorn's likely is. He'll take anyone to task who's rude, for example.]
Especially in a war that is not their own. I do not think we are allowed to chose sides, after all.
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