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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.}

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[She gets what he means. But there are a lot of men who try to get too close too quickly, and they have only one purpose.]

We're not friends.

Not as of yet. {Such a purpose would not occur to him.} Your well-being concerns me nonetheless.

[Her head bows, and she trembles. People don't say things like that and intend anything good, not where she comes from. Good people don't talk about their own problems because everyone else has worse problems, or at least so good people assume. And good people understand that other good people aren't going to talk about their problems, so they don't ask. The only people who would ask her are people who love her and are okay with accepting her own problems along with their own, and there's nobody here like that. There's nobody here who loves Sigrid.]

You'll sleep just fine tonight.

{Hopefully in time she will see Aragorn is a far, far different sort of man.}

My thoughts will keep sleep from me, I fear. {Yet that is his burden; not hers.} I must consider my next steps carefully if I am to aid my friends.

[He's backing off. Or...something. Changing the subject from her to other people. She relaxes a little.]

What do they need aid with?

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