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Date Posted: 17:31:18 03/20/02 Wed
The king sat in his study and glared morosely at the pile of papers in front of him. Peace was alright, Aragorn reflected, he had fought for it even, but did it have to be so boring? I
It was afternoon and he was trying to fill out the pile of forms that thretened to dominate his desk. He sighed and allowed his eye to wander until it rested on the sword hung to the wall.
Anduril, flame of the west. Once it had cleaved orc heads and united the armies of the rightous. Now its main job was to gather dust, only emerging for the odd state festival. Aragorn smiled wryly, he and his sword were linked in more ways than one. The perfect metaphor for himself.
A gust of wind flew in through the open window carrying stray leaves into the dismal room. They reminded him of times gone passed. He missed the life he had lead as the anomous ranger, Strider.
This is no way for a king to behave, he thought angrily to himself. There had to be a way to pick himself out of this dejection.
He picked up the leaves that obscured his work and looked at them. An idea came to him.
What better way to relive old times than with a gathering of friends? He called out to the valet, who hovered continually outside his door. He claimed to be waiting for a chance to serve the king but Aragorn expected he had been placed there to make sure the paperwork was finished on time.
The door opened and a nervous young man entered, "Yes, your majesty?"
"Ah, Vomyr, yes. Do come in further, I won't bite I promise." The youth looked shocked at the thought of the king doing anything as undignified as biting people but moved closer to his monarch.
"Would you be so good as to fetch Legolas the elf and Gimli the dwarf?"
"Is that all?"
"For now"
The valet left and Aragorn sat back in his chair. He would ask that Legolas and Gimli fetch the hobbits. Things were too quiet around here and hobbit laughter would lighten things up. Aragorn remember that all three of them were important men now. The thought of Pippin in charge of anyone brought a smile to his lips. The thought of them was helping him already.
His eyes rested again on his beloved sword. After the meeting he would take Aunduril and go out to train with the new recruits. It would help moral, stretch his muscles and lift his spirits. The thought pleased him.
It would be a long time before the valet returned with his friends so his majesty, King Elessar, lent back on his chair, closed his eyes and remembered the time when he had only been Strider.
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