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If you linger then you do among friends who've missed you quite dearly.

[ it's an encouragement to see him again. ]

[ His expression softens even further at the sight of Frodo. It has been long since he has seen him last. ]

Aye. 'Tis what will make the stay bearable. [ He drops down to Frodo's eye-level. ]

How have you fare?

[ frodo smiles a little when he lowers himself to his height, gently regarding him with a thinner frame, though his are the same eyes as before. he's tired, aragorn. but he's managing. ]

Well as I can be. Better, in the presence of a friend.

[ he raises a brow with a quirk of his mouth. ]

Though, I'm inclined to believe Legolas. You're..quite dusty.

'Tis unfair to take the side of elven eyes on such a debate, Master Hobbit. [ Aragorn is grinning just slightly, his teeth still white and strong under the artificial light of the room. He looks at Frodo's frame, so thin that he looks as if he might float away at any moment, but he does not comment. ]

There's much the elven eyes can see and which I surely cannot prevent.

[ He's totally prepared to be called out on his bull. ]

[ he chuckles at that, brow rising a bit higher. ]
Is it, Ranger? Of course I have taken his side before in a fight with pillows, if you can remember.

[ frodo smiles wryly. ]
Well, out in the open we shan't fear any more dust coming on you again.

[ he raises a hand, moves to lightly pat his shoulder with his small hands ]
Oh dear, would you look at this.

[ Aragorn's own eyebrow hikes up at the brushing of hands against his shoulders. He chuckles lowly, reaching out to place his hand gently in Frodo's curls. ]

Is there a new alliance of hobbits and elves that Rangers must be wary of, then?

[ and just like that he's touching his curls, treating him like a boy, as if nothing is at stake.

aragorn is truly here, one of the many dear friends he'd long left behind. he laughs, a sound that hadn't been heard from him in many days. ]

Word comes that there is. The only option against such an alliance would be to join them as friend, once again.

[ Frodo's laugh is one that brings a smile to Aragorn's own lips. It is always a relief to see the tension ease out of the small hobbit, all the cares and wears of his long journey seeping from him. ]

That is a solution I would be greatly amenable to indeed. [ His smile widens into a grin. ]

[GROSS IT'S THAT STINKY MAN AGAIN.]

Long has it been even for one such as I. [longer still for one who has changed homes yet again.] Your absence has been marked by many.

[his expression is soft for a moment, then wrinkles as if in contemplation.]

..You have gotten dustier. [how is that even possible.]

[ He stares at Legolas for a moment before he ducks his head, chuckling softly. ]

The dust has gathered during my absence, for I was kept away, like an old, forgotten heirloom, within a closet close to falling apart.

[ No, he wasn't. But he has an absolutely straight face saying this. Do you believe, sun-chaser?

Also he and Legolas are bros, they don't really talk about the 'absence has been marked by many' bit. It's kind of understand. Aw, Legolego. ]

[they're back to this old routine again. he won't deny he's missed it, nor would be deny marking the ranger's absence, and he is glad to not have to.]

So you have broken out; and yet you do not think to make yourself presentable! [he might be speaking in jest. and he may or may not be withholding from pulling out a feather duster on aragorn. surely he knows better than to believe such words.] As expected of you, Aragorn.

[surely.]

[ He chuckles lowly. ]

Ah, but the dust and dirt on my skin is not noticeable except for elven eyes.

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I would wish the same. To return to my own city. It seems our plans are delayed, ser.

I am no sir, milady. [ Mildly. ] Is it enough comfort to know your world will wait for your presence?

Then what would you wish to be called? I am not so much a lady.
[ not half so much a lady as she is a conqueror, more dragon than woman. ]
Perhaps it might be seen as a comfort, but there is much to be done before I know peace.

Wars are common across worlds, that much I have learned. [ Murmured. Then he lifts his head. ]

I am called Strider. [ A pause, and he cocks his head. ] If you wish not for me to address you as 'lady', then what name might I use?

It is an unhappy fate to learn. There is need for justice, and at times that causes war, but I would not call myself content with the knowledge.

[ such a simple name. this man is deceptive. she knows enough of them now that there is more to it than just names. ]

Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen. The Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Dothraki of Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles, Queen of Mereen and rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men.

[ a pause, a faint twitch of the mouth ]
I would be called 'Khaleesi'.

[ Royalty. If her carriage has already told Aragorn that she is no girl of simple birth, then her ease - and humour - at the long list of titles has simply confirmed it. He keeps the names within his mind, for names are bestowed upon those worthy of them for a reason.

(He wonders if she knows the Haradrim, if she is a breaker of shackles. He has not forgotten the sight of the slaves of the Men of the south, the dull steel that circled their wrists and ankles and throat. The Harad are hard Men to deal with, and once more he aches to return home, to step onto the soil of Gondor that he has promised Boromir to guard over- and he wonders if any back home are at all aware of the months he had spent away from them.)

But Aragorn says no word but- ]

Khaleesi. [ He imitates her accent perfectly, rolling the word on his tongue before releasing it with his exhale. Aragorn pauses, barely a heartbeat. ]

There is a conversation I bare remember, in a time long ago aboard a ship with little Earth and far too much metal. A man told me that the First Men of his world are not the Numeroneans of my own; I wonder if that is true of the First Men of yours as well.

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[ the people she spoke of dwelt in the desert, beaten soon after birth, molded into feeling no physical pain and numbed to the feeling of any inside. those that sought to take what was hers, her dragons. she remembers it well, remembers drawing the lash the slaver had used against her children, drawing it back hard against his face.

a dragon is no slave. dracarys.

how she'd sung the words, downing him in fire as she rode through the crowds that had become her people. mysha, mysha they sang, mother, mother.

he speaks it well, as if he knew the tongue but here where worlds meet, stories meet, she doubts it. ]

Did they come from the North? A land of cold and winter? Perhaps they spoke to you of a Great Wall, of ice and snow. If so they are mine. They might very well be the ones you spoke to, Strider.

[ Aragorn speaks many tongues. A wanderer since his youth, he has to learn to pick up the shape of words.

He inclines his head. ]

Aye. He speaks of a Wall that separates the wildlings from the humans. [ A flicker of a smile. ] At the time I have felt a mild envy, that evil can be so easily kept away.

Then you have heard of Westeros.
[ a silver brow rises ]
You speak of Jon Snow?

Aye. [ Pause. Head cock. ]

He is known to you as well?

He is. Along with his two sisters. I consider them under my protection, out of respect for a truce made with his brother. One who would call himself 'King in the North'.

You do not agree with the title?

Last I remember, the Seven Kingdoms were united, not their own seperate lands. Those of Winterfell were considered Wardens of the North, not Kings. Those days were long ago.

I will unite them again, as Aegon the Conqueror once did.

[ A pause, exhale. ]

Aye, I understand the wish well indeed.

How will you accomplish this, [ a deliberate pause ] Khaleesi?

Then you are much unlike the Usurpers of my throne. They seem set to deprive me of my duty and my kingdom's wholeness.

[ there's silence, and she raises her eyes ]
A dragon does not forget injustice, Strider. My words are 'Fire and Blood' as they have been since the coming of my forebears. So shall my enemies know of it, when my dragons and I come to Westeros.

[ she pauses, expression softening, no signs of fire burning beneath the skin. ]

When the rights are wronged, I would see my people well, happy. I would no longer wish for war only what was necessary. I would see fat men and pretty maids, children laughing and smiling as I rode past.

I imagine any true King or Queen would wish the same.

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i let you have them for days and days

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