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.]

[tossme]

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

[bycupid]

So why don't you tell their stories?

[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.

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?

[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?

[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.

[therangerking]

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

[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?

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.

[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.

[tofindthesun]

I defend the Men of Laketown with actions, not words.

[but he's contemplative, if ever an elf has looked as such. eventually, he continues slowly.]

..They dance better than you do, if I might say. [can you even dance, aragorn? or do you just trod silently on peoples' toes?] But they smell about the same.

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.

ARE YOU TRYING TO OPEN MY THROAT?

[needsnoking]

Aye, he is, but he is not without his moments. [A hint of fondness to his voice.]

ignore me

[needsnoking]

[There's a cackling Steward in the background.

SUBTLE HINT, ARAGORN: WATER. IT'S YOUR FRIEND.]

[therangerking]

[ Their conversations always devolves into this. Always. Also Aragorn can totally dance, okay. Gracefully. He's Elrond's foster-son. Also he tried very hard to uh. To impress Arwen.

So he just raises an eyebrow. ]

Aye, they must dance marvellously indeed. [ He pauses, cocks his head to the side. ] Have you watched me dance, Legolas?

[ Ignoring the crack about his smell because he is a King, he BATHED. ]

HEH. HEH. HEH.

[tofindthesun]

[YOU GET ME, BROROMIR? HOW DOES HE EVEN SNEAK UP ON ANYONE WITH THAT STENCH.

seriously aragorn stop with the dust baths take a real bath.]

i refuse to.

[therangerking]

'Tis a sad day when a Steward sides against his King. [ SO HURT FOREVER except not. :| ]

NO NOT ANDURIL. I MEANT *ANDURIL*

[therangerking]

[ He sobers quickly. One of those 'moments'- he still believes led to Boromir's death. ]

Aye. [ Quietly. ] So he is.

...oh. In that case /OPENS WIDE

[needsnoking]

[Boromir wants to reach out, to touch him, but his hand stops short of Aragorn's shoulder.]

That about the King is what makes him worthy of his people, and of their love.

[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'ma make you then

[needsnoking]

[HAVE A SLICE OF HUMBLE PIE ARAGORN]

For your own good, Aragorn. Legolas--[FOR ONCE]--brings up a valid point.