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Subject: Weakness

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 19:05:54 05/02/02 Thu

"I'm sorry Nam�n but the decision is not mine to make. It left my control when he challenged me to single combat, now I must go through with it whatever my personal feelings on the matter."

Aragorn winced a little as he gingerly lowered himself back down into the throne. She was right. He shouldn't fight. He wasn't well.

And yet in the heat of the moment, as Deollyn had called out his challenge, there had seemed only one choice: to accept. Even the thought of the insolent courtier sent the blood racing through his veins. He deserved to be thrashed within an inch of his life, to know the fear that one felt as someone stronger stood over you, knowing they held your life in their hands. And you are the man to do this? asked his common sense. Tactfully Aragorn ignored it but it still remained nagging at him from the back of his conciousness.

He focused again on the two people in front of him. "The trial will go ahead as Deollyn requested. I apologise if either of you believe that I can not win, but then," here he turned to Faramir his voice cold, "that is what you wanted isn't it? After all who serves a king who disgusts them?"
The steward looked shocked and Aragorn felt a twinge of dark pleasure at this small conquest.
"If you'll excuse me I must prepare for the duel. I trust I shall you shall attend?" He raised his voice so it could be heard above the courtiers gossiping. "I bid you all farewell. Court is adjorned."

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