vague hobbit stuff i guess.

[therangerking]

There are many tales of Dale and Laketown. You know Bard the Bowman well, but there is bravery in even the poorest farmers in the North, for they battle harsh winters without complaint, and they fight as hard as they could against any remnants of the armies of the Shadow. I have spent much of my life amongst them, and I recall their strength with admiration.

'Tis a true pity that the scholar who penned our tales did not see fit to tell their stories.

[ A pause, his head cocked to the side, and he chuckles softly. ]

Aye, those were once my words. There is little shame in the admission of my mistake. [ Pause, then lower: ] I know their valour well, for I have been schooled by the race of Men themselves.

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[tofindthesun]

A pity, but a story unwritten is then ours to tell, with any amount of grandeur as we wish.

[rraaaising an eyebrow. perhaps if it were another, there would be more offense taken, if any at all. but it is aragorn, worldly as he is; it is only mild teasing.] Did you think less of us in the Wilderlands?

[therangerking]

[ He raises an eyebrow, noting the tease and returning it: ]

'Tis strange, Legolas, that you believe 'tis only only possible to hold regard only towards either Men, or the Elves. Can I not praise both with the same breath?

[ They'll return to the bit about the unwritten stories. Later. ]

[tofindthesun]

[is this an eyebrow raising contest, i think it is.]

You may, of course; a king will do as he wishes. But I meant rather all the Free Folk of the Wild Lands, not only the Elves within it.

[laketown dale-men be his bros too, yo.]

[therangerking]

[ He chuckles lowly. ]

The Free Folk will thank you well, Legolas, for your consideration. [ Tease tease. ] Do you wish me to tell you tales of Laketown Men, so you might be assured of my regard of them?

[tossme]

Aye, but perhaps there was a reason he did not. A reason we may never know.

[therangerking]

Who knows the reasons for the stories chosen to be told? [ Aragorn turns back, and he looks at Gimli. He cannot help but grin widely. ]

'Tis been some time since I have seen you, Master Dwarf.

[tossme]

Oh? Missed me have you? Well, what can I say? I have such a lovable face. [He laughs.]

[therangerking]

[ He chuckles. ]

Aye, perhaps. [ Beat. ]

'Tis good to see you have not lost your humour, Gimli.

[bycupid]

So why don't you tell their stories?

[therangerking]

'Tis unfortunate, but I do not own the skill with words that makes a good storyteller.

[bycupid]

Surely you know of someone who is.

Stories become legends and songs. A great shame to see the world with one less song in it.

[therangerking]

There are many minstrels and bards in the lands. [ Softly. ] There are Men who pen down tales and set them into history.

[ He pauses, and looks outwards, his eyes distant for a moment. ]

The stories now told are of great Men, of Elves and Dwarves and Hobbits who have accomplished great deeds, whether or not they think it so themselves. [ Boromir. Frodo. Sam. Merry and Pippin. ] Yet the stories of these farmers are plain tales, and I do not know if the bards will make songs and legends out of the struggles of common Men.

[oakenshield]

It would do you little good to ponder as of why these stories haven't come to be. [ To him this is a endeavor not worth the energy wasted. ]

Then again, I possess very little fondness for Bard the Bowman.

[therangerking]

[ Aragorn only gives him a brief nod for the first sentence. There is no need to start waxing lyrical about his own contemplations, especially not to a stranger.

Instead: ]

Has the Man of Dale treated you ill in some way, stranger?

[oakenshield]

[ A bitter chuckle nearly passes through the dwarf's lips as he answers the ranger's question with a hint of bitterness. Only a man who knew nothing of his tale would would be so interested in both Bard and his reply. ]

His errant claim for the treasure that lurked within the caverns were more than enough to win my ire.

[therangerking]

[ ... He blinks slowly. For just a moment. Then he gives Thorin a low bow. ]

Forgive me. I did not recognise you, my Lord, the King under the Mountain.

i am not sorry

[needsnoking]

[Oh, Aragorn, that last part should never have been said aloud, and certainly not where Boromir can hear it.

There's a long pause before Boromir's face breaks into a grin.]

A King of Men should not concede to any amount of ignorance.

WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT ICON LMFAO

[therangerking]

[ He's long-gotten used to dead men being able to speak to him in these places, so Aragorn only blinks- and his lips twitch. ]

That depends, does it not, of his Steward's adherence to his duty to remove the King from ignorance?

A SUGGESTION DEAR ELESSAR

[needsnoking]

[Boromir sees that. His grin only widens, smug and knowing.]

A Steward is still only a Steward, and helpless if the King is not like to heed him. The King has the final word on these matters, after all.

WHY DON'T YOU COME HERE AND PUT YOUR MOUTH TO ANDURIL

[therangerking]

[ He raises the other eyebrow in return. ]

I believe the Steward should be clever enough to find a way for the King to heed him. After all, I do believe the King is a reasonable Man.

LATE 8C

[aslandish]

There are times the greatest tales often go untold.

RIGHT ON TIME

[therangerking]

[ ... A talking lion. Aragorn looks at him before he shifts, moving to sit down on a rock. A large lion, with a voice as deep as the oceans, and wise words.

He smiles. ]

Aye. [ Softly. ] At last now I believe the tales told and remembered will never be the bravest of all those who live.

\o/!

[aslandish]

[ It is no common sight, a lion of such size and knowledge...but then, Middle Earth is filled with its own curiosities.

A soft smile graces those golden features. ]

It is well said.

Courage and strength of heart can be found in the most unexpected of places.

can't resist

[ofvictory]

[Have a Norse goddess, smiling softly at his obvious sincerity.]

You talk about men as if you aren't one of them.

oh god that PB

[therangerking]

[ She is not the White Lady. Though the face and form are the same, there is a weight to her presence, a heaviness to her gaze- that Aragorn, ranger-bred, cannot help but notice.

He smiles slightly. ]

Can a King rule over those who are not of his own race? [ He cocks his head. ]

You have a familiar face, milady, but you are strange to me.