On Apping to eachdraidh...

[rangerandking]

A new journey suits me, Lady. The decisions you have to make are imperative to my placement within this "fairy realm". Judge my attributes fairly and I shall gladly lend my sword to the most worthy cause.

{He smiles and bows his head, touching the hilt of the sword sheathed at his side.}

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[silvergift]

[Celebrían eyes him quietly, a half smile on her face. She may know little of her daughters fate in the Drabwurld but here, she knows plenty. Plenty she's been told and some she learned on her own. He's... not quite what she imagined for Arwen when her daughter had been young but then, neither had she really thought about it much. She knew she'd always be happy for her children no matter who they chose. Mortal or immortal.]

Regardless of your placement, you will be welcomed. And we will be glad to have you.

[rangerandking]

{At the sight of her, he bows a little lower before raising his gaze. Arwen's beauty comes partially from her mother, so it doesn't take him long to understand - fully - who approaches him. Celebrian.}

I thank you for your kind words. I shall endeavor to not make you regret them.

[silvergift]

[She can't help but laugh softly. Others bowing to her, what a concept. She'd never really thought herself quite so impressive as to deserve anything more than the polite ones she'd been given as the Lady of Imladris. Never bows so formal or low.]

I know that you will not. I do not believe you could.

[rangerandking]

{She deserves one of his lowest bows. It wouldn't do for him to make a poor impression on her. However, before long, he straightens to his full height.}

Men - even one of the Dúnedain - are capable of both good and ill. I must always be watchful.

[silvergift]

[If her husband and daughter and sons have given their approval, how could she not? Add to that her parents. She trusts in their judgement but she would like learning a bit more about the one to be her son-in-law.]

I trust that, watchful or otherwise, I will still be difficult to disappoint.

[bythewaves]

There are many who will be glad of your presence, Elessar.

[rangerandking]

Yourself included, my lord?

[bythewaves]

I will not know you there, more the pity. But I would not mind meeting you in truth, I think, rather than watching your tale from afar.

[rangerandking]

There are many tales to tell. I look to begin yet another when I join you. Until then, lend Legolas your good company.

[kingsdaughter]

[Okay actual human from her world this is really cool, for once. She never thought she would tire of elves, but she has. And she was already tired of dwarves by the time she entered the Drabwurld. She's just...not sure about this funky-looking guy offering to fight for a "worthy cause." Does that mean he's a sellsword?]

It's not...really very worthy. Leastways far as I can tell.

[rangerandking]

{A human girl - and one that speaks one of the dialects of Middle Earth. Aragorn smiles and tips his head forward in greeting.}

Is it elusive or nonexistent in your eyes?

[kingsdaughter]

[Westron for now, since she really has no idea where he comes from or if he speaks the tongue of the northmen of Dale. She's never seen a man so weathered, and she has known all kinds. Woodsmen, Lake-men, Southrons and Easterlings, many far-traveled and sun-beaten, but this man is different. It's sort of like what they say about bowmen, that to train a good one you have to start with his grandfather. To get a traveler that looks like Aragorn, you have to start with his grandfather, too.

She presses her lips together briefly.]

Soon as someone with power points at someone and says they're your enemy, you've got trouble. And once you've got trouble, people start doing awful things and having real reasons to go to war and then you have no need to do anything but sit back and watch everyone do exactly what you wanted. You never have to lift another finger.

[Not that this is a trick that the Master has used or anything.]

[rangerandking]

You have experience with this. {And that saddens him. She is only a child - and certainly not one that has had a taste of the wilderness. He wishes he could be surprised, but he knows better. Even the most innocent of Men experience the horrors of war thanks to the One Ring and Mordor.} I will lend you what aid I can to forge a safer world.

{He has never considered glory for himself. His eyes are always set on others.}

Surely Orcs are harsher foes when compared to Fairies?

[verybigpheasants]

Worthy's a strong word. Might wanna go for something like "least selfish."

Ah. Not that that helps your chances much.

[rangerandking]

Least selfish, hm? {Less than promising.} I have grown accustomed to meagre odds.

[verybigpheasants]

Well, as I see it, either way you're getting pulled into some noble court's business whether you like it or not. Doesn't have that righteous feeling. Not that I'm against meagre odds.

[rangerandking]

I have been in many courts. Visiting yet another does not upset me.

AAAAAAAAAAAH

[orcsurfing]

[ Ah, he wishes he could cry and laugh both, for there's a tide swelling within him of emotions various and vastly different from each other. He does not and would never wish this fate on Aragorn, on one hand, but on the other hand having him by his side once more, seeing his face once more? That is a treasure he would never turn his back on should it happen.

Much like in the case of Gimli, in truth.

Be still his fragile elven heart!! ]

Never would I wish more war upon you, but should you come, my friend, then you will be welcome with arms open and a place with me and mine.

Legolas! :D Bro!

[rangerandking]

{As if you're going to get away with just that. Aragorn smiles slowly and pulls him into a tight embrace.}

Cormamin lindua ele lle. {"My heart sings to see thee."}

You would have a difficult time keeping me away, mellonamin. {"..., my friend."}

sobs on your shoulder

[orcsurfing]

[ It will never not come as a surprise, just a little, the readily given and most spontaneous embraces, but with all the time that has passed, with how much he had missed his friend, Legolas folds into it easily and readily himself. He returns it too, warm and with great affection, though his heart remains thorn between the two emotions. ]

I know that all too well, my friend, neither are you a dwarf or an elf, but stubborn you are all the same! And though it is laced with grief for Drabwurld a pleasant is not, my heart rejoices at the thought of travelling with you once more.

/holds!

[rangerandking]

{Aragorn gives embraces as easily as he breathes. His heart isn't something he schools into submission or hides; it's plain to see in his eyes, to hear in his words and to feel in his affectionate gestures. He is well-aware that such isn't common amongst the Elves, but he pointedly ignores that fact.

Legolas is more than a friend - he is family.}

I will take that as a compliment. {Chuckling, he pulls back just enough to look over the Elf.} Has it treated you poorly? I fear we are not accustomed to a peaceful, easy world. Is Drabworld better or worse than the world we know?

[utterlyspent]

It is a long journey you are contemplating, my love. And so we will be worlds apart after all.

[ There is a certain amount of dark humor to be found in that. ]

[rangerandking]

Arwen... {Forgive him for his ruff voice. Seeing her nearly brings him to tears. She's alive.} Not here; not now.

[utterlyspent]

[ She would forgive him most anything, and certainly that. ]

As you wish, but know that my words were not meant as admonishment.

[ Dry and perhaps somewhat misplaced wit, yes, but wherever he goes, he will go with her blessing and support. ]

[rangerandking]

There are times I wish I had not left you. {Knowing she's suffering and he's so far away...

What can he do but fear for her? For them?} Is there any chance you may follow me on this journey?