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dreamflowerWe have another little interlude here, this time with Frodo and Aragorn...
King Elessar dismissed the waiting courtiers and councilors. He had spent a good many hours today listening to them say as close to nothing as they could, while trying to guess his own mind on the matter, so that they could agree to it. They had spent decades under Denethor, who brooked no opposition, and had no idea of how to simply speak their minds. He strode from the throne room, giving a dismissive wave to the guardsmen who waited, and headed for the small room he had outfitted as an informal study. With a sigh, he closed the door and doffed the crown and mantle, placing them on a nearby table, and collapsed into the chair that stood behind the large oak worktable he used as a desk.
“Aragorn? Are you all right?”
Aragorn started. He had not seen Frodo sitting in one of the other chairs near the bookshelves. The hobbit had been completely hidden by its back.
“I must be losing my Ranger abilities,” he said ruefully. “I had no idea you were in here.”
“I’m sorry. You are tired and wish to be alone. I’ll leave now.” Frodo stood and began to place the book he had been reading carefully into the shelf.
“No. No, I am never too tired to visit with my friends, Frodo. It’s having to deal with those who are *not* my friends, but would have me think them so, that is so wearying. The Dúnadain of the North are not afraid to speak their minds to their Chief, but these men of the City--they have spent too many years fearing to say what they really believe.”
“I have heard stories of the Steward. Pippin had much to say of Denethor, and none of it flattering.”
“He was once a wise and noble Man,” said Aragorn.
“That’s what Gandalf said as well. And I am certainly no one to judge anyone else for falling prey to the Enemy’s powers.”
Aragorn gave him a sharp look. “If not you, then no one,” he said flatly.
Frodo flushed, but he did not wish to argue his own shortcomings with his friend, so he merely said mildly, “Then it is no one.” He sighed. “I did wish to talk to you, but it seems so trivial now--”
“Nothing you have to say to me is trivial, Frodo.”
“The plans for Sam are coming along nicely. I wondered if you were still of a mind to help us with it?”
“Are you certain this is something Samwise will like?”
Frodo grinned. “What he’d like is for no one to take any notice at all. But once he’s seen what we’ve done, he’ll enjoy himself.”
Aragorn smiled and nodded. This was going to be fun for a change, a break from war and grim duty and boring courtiers.
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We will soon get back to the others at the Golden Cockerel...
King Elessar dismissed the waiting courtiers and councilors. He had spent a good many hours today listening to them say as close to nothing as they could, while trying to guess his own mind on the matter, so that they could agree to it. They had spent decades under Denethor, who brooked no opposition, and had no idea of how to simply speak their minds. He strode from the throne room, giving a dismissive wave to the guardsmen who waited, and headed for the small room he had outfitted as an informal study. With a sigh, he closed the door and doffed the crown and mantle, placing them on a nearby table, and collapsed into the chair that stood behind the large oak worktable he used as a desk.
“Aragorn? Are you all right?”
Aragorn started. He had not seen Frodo sitting in one of the other chairs near the bookshelves. The hobbit had been completely hidden by its back.
“I must be losing my Ranger abilities,” he said ruefully. “I had no idea you were in here.”
“I’m sorry. You are tired and wish to be alone. I’ll leave now.” Frodo stood and began to place the book he had been reading carefully into the shelf.
“No. No, I am never too tired to visit with my friends, Frodo. It’s having to deal with those who are *not* my friends, but would have me think them so, that is so wearying. The Dúnadain of the North are not afraid to speak their minds to their Chief, but these men of the City--they have spent too many years fearing to say what they really believe.”
“I have heard stories of the Steward. Pippin had much to say of Denethor, and none of it flattering.”
“He was once a wise and noble Man,” said Aragorn.
“That’s what Gandalf said as well. And I am certainly no one to judge anyone else for falling prey to the Enemy’s powers.”
Aragorn gave him a sharp look. “If not you, then no one,” he said flatly.
Frodo flushed, but he did not wish to argue his own shortcomings with his friend, so he merely said mildly, “Then it is no one.” He sighed. “I did wish to talk to you, but it seems so trivial now--”
“Nothing you have to say to me is trivial, Frodo.”
“The plans for Sam are coming along nicely. I wondered if you were still of a mind to help us with it?”
“Are you certain this is something Samwise will like?”
Frodo grinned. “What he’d like is for no one to take any notice at all. But once he’s seen what we’ve done, he’ll enjoy himself.”
Aragorn smiled and nodded. This was going to be fun for a change, a break from war and grim duty and boring courtiers.
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We will soon get back to the others at the Golden Cockerel...
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Date: 2005-01-27 05:20 am (UTC)I think this shows Aragorn's respect and friendship to Frodo. I loved this little look into the day of a King. And a new King at that. :-) At least Aragorn didn't lose his patience entirely at the courtiers.
\o/ more... ;-)
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Date: 2005-01-28 02:35 am (UTC)He is trying to be patient with them, as he knows they were more used to Denethor's dictatorial style, but he will not put up with too much more in the way of toadying.
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Date: 2005-01-27 05:59 am (UTC)I really enjoyed this scence between Aragorn and Frodo:)
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Date: 2005-01-28 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-28 07:11 pm (UTC)