Almost at Rivendell... -- The Quest Continues...

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Subject: Almost at Rivendell...

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 22:22:49 04/24/03 Thu

After weeks on the road he could almost smell the air of Rivendell. They were so close.
"Everybody hault!" a loud voice commanded and Aragorn once more suppressed the urge to scream with frustration. Once more he brought Ringbearer to a gentle stop, tied him to nearby branch and wandered through the crowds of milling soldiers towards the owner of the voice.

Sircyn was not hard to find as he was still yelling orders as if he were in the middle of a heated battle rather than in the middle of a mostly deserted, calmly beautiful field.
"What is it this time?" Aragorn asked morosely.
"Falden's horse stepped on a thorn of some kind."
The king sighed melodramatically. "Why did I let you and your crowd of inept buffoon's tag along with me in the first place?"
Sircyn grinned. "Because we followed you."
"Ah yes, I remember now. Against my express wishes wasn't it?"
Sircyn's smile widened. "I believe so."
"I should have put you all to death as traitors. I would've done if I'd known you would've been this much trouble."
"Which is why I'm glad we have such a compromising monarch," the general laughed. "Besides its only treason if I disobey orders, you only advised me to remain in the palace, trusting that I would realise it was for the best that I supported the Lord Faramir in his stewardship."
Aragorn chuckled. "Bad decision?"
"Don't you know me at all?"

"The thorn's out sir," Falden called from across the hastily erected campsite.
"Is she ready to travel yet," Sircyn shouted back.
"Give her another hour or so." The general nodded his agreement and turned back to his companion. "Besides I really couldn't let my king go wandering around the countryside unescorted, no matter if he used to be a ranger."
"Used to be?" Aragorn raised his eyebrows.
"Well I didn't want to mention it but you've kind of lost your touch."
"Oh really?"
"Its lucky we turned up really or you'd be somewhere in Mordor right now wondering if the Lord Elrond had decided to change the style of decoration."
Briefly he wondered if sticking his tongue out at the smirking general would be too immature even for this conversation and decided it would be.

"Aragorn you know I'm sorry we're taking such a long time to get to Rivendell but with such a large group we really can't go any faster. I know you want to see your wife again."
"I hear what you're saying," his fingers pushed wayward hair back from his face and the king sighed. "It's just frustrating to know she might be dying and I can't be there. I can't save her."

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