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Encouragement
I think it's very kind of you to be using me to get past your own worries and fears about me, while helping other do the same.
And, so perhaps I'm wanting to be seeing my cousin, too. There's no harm in that.
[ He makes as if to light the bowl of his pipe, but thinks better of it. There might be elves, after all, and a Brandybuck shows good manners. ]
I know that armoured guy wants you to be more focused, but if you take care, you can do both, can you not?
Be careful, mun, in any case.
And, so perhaps I'm wanting to be seeing my cousin, too. There's no harm in that.
[ He makes as if to light the bowl of his pipe, but thinks better of it. There might be elves, after all, and a Brandybuck shows good manners. ]
I know that armoured guy wants you to be more focused, but if you take care, you can do both, can you not?
Be careful, mun, in any case.
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[ Guess who's trying to save face. ]
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Nope! Tales are delightful, and it's only fair that I hear tales of you, now, and Lady Arwen is very nice enough to share them with me.
[ This is an innocent guileless face. There will be no saving scruffy ranger faces today. ]
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[ Don't you give him that look, Merry! It's hard to say "No" to an innocent face like that. ]
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Look at that precious face, Aragorn. Looking up at you all eager and hopeful and wanting some fun. Innocent and sweet and precious like a hobbit only just out of his tweens can manage. ]
Your boyhood sounds so exciting! Please?
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Very well. [ He nearly grumbled sounding very much like his true age. ]
Shall one story suffice? I wish not to tell too much.
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That would be just fine, Strider.
[ Plops down on the grass with crossed legs for storytime! ]
Thank you!
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As you may know, I was the only mortal to ever live amongst such fair folk. Be as it may, I often pondered about the differences between Man and Elven-kind but I could never make sense of it. As a child I always felt the need to prove myself to the other children of Rivendell, all because I was the only human.
[ A small smile tugged at his lips. ] I was a foolish lad. All brawn and no brains, I suppose.
I often would try to mimic Elrond's sons for they had been my heroes. The two were so fierce and brave that I couldn't admire them both. They taught me the ways of archery, and taught me much about swordplay. However, much to my dismay they would never include me in their misadventures.
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No? So what did you do then?
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In hopes of showing them my worth, I dared to climb the tallest tree of all of Rivendell. T'was the only way I could prove to Elladan and Elrohir that I was fit to join their adventures.
[ His smile grows. ]
When the other children caught word of my mischief, they scoffed at me.
[ He suddenly changes his tone briefly to mimic that of the haughty elven boys who taunted him. Try not to laugh too much, Merry. You may get a tummy ache. ]
"No human could possibly climb higher than Elf", they told me with great scorn. "A Man such as you can never surpass one us." As you may imagine, such words only helped fuel my ire and I challenged them to prove me wrong.
[ Despite his earlier protests, Aragorn seems to be getting really into this story. Perhaps he truly does have a gift for storytelling. ]
Upon the stormiest day of Ivanneth, I dared to do the impossible. I climbed and climbed for what may seemed to be hours, but they were only minutes before a thundering cloud shaken me off my feet. An eternity passed me by until I landed against the jagged rocks below.
My world was black and devoid of any color. For a moment, I could've sworn I passed if it hadn't been for the frantic cries of the elven youths.
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Did you make it to the top before you fell?
[ I mean, clearly Aragorn is just fine, so...
Though, given that Merry can remember some painful tumbles from high places. ]
Did it hurt a lot?
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[ He says this almost too quickly for his own good. ]
The moral of the story is that I nearly died for the sake of a foolish dare. I allowed my pride to overwhelm reason, and nearly died for it.
[ Honestly, sometimes he wonders about these foolhardy hobbits. Hopefully the moral of this tale doesn't pass by Merry's head. ]
Imagine the horror upon Lord Elrond's face when he heard of my fall. Never had I seen such concern within those ethereal eyes, and never had I felt true guilt until that day. I learned a valuable lesson about pride when I lingered in my bed for weeks with a broken arm. Even with the most potent of elven medicine the pain was still quite unbearable.
I vowed never again to allow my pride to sway my judgment, and learned that following Elladan and Elrohir was a fool's errand.
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Is it prideful? To show someone that their prejudice is wrong?
[ Merry used to think Big Folk rather strange. Not quite as rude as some where, in the Shire, but he had known more of them, being a Brandybuck. Still, he was ashamed for his younger thoughts as to their nature.
Not that Aragorn's situation is anything like that.]I can sympathize with the broken arm, though. Hurts a great deal. Most boring summer I ever had, with my arm itching under all the wrappings and the splint, unable to go out and play much, without being extra careful.
[ He chuckles at the last bit, though. ]
It worked out quite nicely, though. In the end, they followed you instead, did they not?
[ Merry remembers seeing the elven brothers in Gondor. ]
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[ A small smile returns to his lips. It seems that everything did work out rather nicely in the end. ]
You're quite right about that, my friend. It seems that everything worked out better than I had hoped.
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[ Merry is smiling, though, he's not about to drag down the mood. ]
Thank you for the lovely tale, Strider.
[ Merry digs around for his spare pipe, and with a quick scan to ensure that all other elves had left the vicinity... ]
Share a smoke with me?