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Aragorn
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Date Posted: 19:54:51 04/09/02 Tue
The carriage rattled as it trundled through the streets. The suspension was long gone and every bump in the road jolted Aragorn, causing him additional pain.
Gritting his teeth against it, he peered out of the window, or the space where a window would've been 10 years ago. A crowd of people had gathered around the alley where he had been attacked. Hearing the noise of the old vechical they turned and caught sight of the king, who quickly withdrew his head, not wanting to be seen in this condition. The damage was done however.
Women ran along side, lifting their pox ridden children to be touched by the healing hands. Young boys followed swiftly behind, immitating his battle with Morder and jumping to get a glimspe of the famous king. Leaning back until he was almost horizonal Aragorn sank into the chair, desparate to disappear from view.
The carriage picked up speed as the driver whipped his horses and gradually they left the screaming crowd behind. The increased speed meant increased uncomfort but Aragorn had ceased to care.
Swerving violently they pulled into the palace grounds, in time to see another coach leaving, just as rapidly. He thought nothing of it and called out to the driver to fetch a servant to assist his ascent into the castle.
Vomyr's anxious face appeared at the window.
"I've been waiting for you, your majesty." He spoke swiftly tripping over many of his words. "The news of your attack has spred like wildfire" Great "The queen is most distressed as are the rest of the court. If you'll just follow me sire."
Leaning heavily on his man-servant Aragorn stumbled up the stairs. From there he was helped into his own quarters.
"Wouldn't it be better if I stayed in the queen's..." he started but Vomyr shock his head.
"What you need is rest, sire."
"I only thought," Aragorn added lamely, "what with her being an elf, ex-elf" he corrected himself, "she could help with my healing."
Vomyr nodded, acknowledging this argument but left the king where he was before exiting the room.
Aragorn stared at the ceiling, too tired to move, though having his entire weight on his back was causing him great pain.
Sighing he lay back and waited for Arwen's visit.
One things for sure he thought dryly, that's the last time I try and vist the training ground.
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