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[thelastking]

Stay your worries, my lady. I'm certain that no one wishes you any ill or nill.

[ A tired sigh. ]

You trouble yourself with such worries, constantly berating your own skills in hopes of seeking perfection. I fear you would sooner drive yourself mad if you continue yourself upon such a path. You can only find what you seek if you look within yourself. None of your answers can be answered here, and this you know.

Thus, I implore you to stop with your fretting and hold your head high.

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[tetraspirit]

They so often place impossible standards for themselves. You are good to her, to be able to encourage her so. Few would do that for their keeper.

[thelastking]

I sometimes fear that they often plan to sabotage themselves. Thus, their need to uphold such high standards becomes too dire.

[bofur]

Now, that's the spirit. They're a worrisome lot, these scribes.

[thelastking]

[ A small smile settles upon his lips once he caught sight of the dwarf. ]

That they are, and for reasons I cannot fathom.

[bofur]

F'ye ask me, I'd say it's 'cos they were nervous. Perhaps if they spent less time worrying off the state of their heads, they would see that it can be quite fun at the heart of it!

[thelastking]

[ It honestly sometimes takes a dwarf to put things in perspective, eh? ] How true.

If she were to focus her thoughts elsewhere, then I'm certain she would find the joy she once had for such a hobby. I believe that fretting too much will only end in her growing more gray hair than she can count.

[ A chuckle. ]

[hopsborders]

That's what I used to say to my friend [the Warden, that is]. Only, you worded it better.

No one's perfect though, we can all agree with that.

[thelastking]

[ He grins. ] Despite how it's said, I'm certain the advice was welcomed nonetheless.

It's a fool's errand to strive for what doesn't exist.

[hopsborders]

Hopefully your mun will listen.

Say, I think we've talked once or twice before but I can't recall your name. I'm Alistair, King of Ferelden and lover of fine cheese.

[thelastking]

She shall in due time.

[ Aragorn's grin grows now since he certainly does remember this fellow from before. ]

King of Ferelden? Ah, yes. I do remember our last meeting, Lord Alistair.

[ Although, he doesn't remember if Alistair mentioned his fondness for cheese before. ]

I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, but I am also called Elessar, the Elfstone, High King of Gondor and Arnor.

[hopsborders]

Wow. You just beat me for the title of having the most titles. [The mention of the cheese "title" came from one long meeting after another with Orlesian nobles with fancy names. Yes, he does get bored at those gatherings.]

[wheeloffire]

Now, you tell your mun she's been doing an absolutely wonderful job. And I'm very sure our friends shall agree.

... If it's any recollection, my mun have been having similar problems. But never once before has she questioned your mun for anything. I hope she finds peace soon.

[thelastking]

[ He grins once Frodo appears. ] I'll be sure to herald your message to her, my friend.

I'm certain it shall do her some good to hear it, and at least give her peace. These scribes are a worrisome lot.

[wheeloffire]

Thank you.

I do hope so. There is nothing to be gained over fretting about a problem that is not there. I hope your mun regains her confidence, soon.

[thelastking]

The same goes for yours as well, Frodo.

I do believe we must keep these two in high spirits to prevent them from wavering.

[wheeloffire]

And I believe so, as well. Though how, I wonder?

[thelastking]

Encouragement, I would believe. As long as we encourage their efforts, I doubt they would ever stray far from their goals.

Much how we encourage each other.

[wheeloffire]

That is a good idea!

We should make something for the both of them. Are you still in that box, Aragorn? We could make something special for them both! We could write compliments, so their spirits would never be down.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

YOU HAVE FAR GREATER WORRIES THEN YOU'RE MUNDANE'S SELF-DOUBT, DESCENDANT OF EARENDIL... SUCH AS MY VENGEANCE.

[thelastking]

[ A frown of pure disdain forms upon his face. This is the last creature he ever wanted to meet. ]

Your presence was never once welcomed here, tyrant. Your vengeance shall never be fruitful as long as you answer to the whims of another.

Therefore, your threats shall go unheeded.

[justthedriver]

[ He stares for a moment before he turns away and lights up his cigarette. ]

Fucking hell, there so many of you.

[ And he blows the smoke of his first drag right into Aragorn's face. ]

[thelastking]

[ He stares. Just for a moment, but he stares nonetheless. ]

Does my eyes deceive me?

[ Apparently, no! This "person" before him bares a striking resemblance to him, but nothing else. Even the mannerisms are different! ]

What manner of sorcery--[ He doesn't get to finish that since this crude gentleman decides to blow smoke in his face. Not nice at all. ]

Mind yourself.

[justthedriver]

Maybe you going blind, da? [ Nikolai snorts. He leans back against a (conveniently-placed, suddenly-appearing) wall. ]

You not first one with that face I've seen. [ He cracks a smile at that horribly lame joke... and blows more smoke into Aragorn's face. Russian mafiya are polite, yo. ]

[thelastking]

Is that so?

[ He glares at this man with a look of strong distaste. Despite them sharing the same face, these two are nothing alike. ]

Yet, this would be the first time I've laid my eyes upon you.

[ Gods, the smoke! It doesn't hold that pleasant scent that pipeweed possesses. It's far too thick and foul. ]

[justthedriver]

[ Eh, he's immune to that. ]

So many of you goddamn LARPers around and you all look the same.

[ He takes one last drag of his cigarette and turns it around, stubbing it out on his tongue. Then he tosses it away. ]

Me, I'm unique. Only one of me around.

woops

[tofindthesun]

[TSK, NIKOLAI, are you at it again.]

You are most certainly not.

legolego...

[justthedriver]

[ He turns around. Raises an eyebrow in slow-mo. ]

What does man have to do to have private conversation around here?

[ Just for you, he's lighting up another cigarette just to blow it in your face. ]

RUDE!

[thelastking]

[ LARPer who? That reference completely sails high above Aragorn's head. His mun has a tendency to keep him ignorant of the ways of the world. ]

Legolas.

[ He turns his gaze towards his companion. ]

Heed him not.

rude!!!

[tofindthesun]

I will heed whom I wish, Aragorn. [he raises an eyebrow but smiles as well, to reassure and acknowledge the ranger's words.] And I would heed him more if he ceased sending that vile smoke in my direction.

But worry not, friend. I do not give his words much weight.

baby baby

[tofindthesun]

[sometimes he wishes he wore a proper shirt to cover his nose with.

but since he doesn't, he settles for waving the smoke away. frowning, yet lighthearted as well, as seems to be the case with all of their meetings.]

Perhaps a Man should make his conversation private in order to have one that is private.

baby ooh

[justthedriver]

Hard to do that, in this place. [ Dryly, and he cocks his head. When he takes another drag, he blows it in another direction. You fussy elves. ]

You still talk to trees?

thought you'd always be miiine miiine

[tofindthesun]

Then I have few other solutions to offer for private words in such a public forum. [helpful, isn't he? he shrugs. thanks for not blowing more smoke in his face, by the way.

--did you really have to bring that up.]

..I have more trees for company now than before, and even less that may respond in kind. But I try, in any case.

biebering tolkien. we are so awesome

[justthedriver]

[ Legolas has always been the most helpful in the world. Except not. Nikolai just gives him the flattest look. If it's a pancake, it's the thinnest pancake in the world. That kind of look.

And yes, he does, and now he snorts. ]

Crazy bastard don't change. [ Wry, but there might just be a hint of amusement in it. ]

Where you find yourself, nowadays? [ He's actually curious. ]

WE ARE THE BEST we are the world we are the champions

[tofindthesun]

I would never dream of doing such a thing! [he almost laughs, but keeps it at a flash of a wider smiley. although.. he has changed, somewhat. somewhere beneath the surface, hidden away for the sake of good old times.

if you could call these good old times.]

Oh, here and there. A tower where I have met another of myself, where death is also a fleeting thing. [spoken with a flippant wave of his hand. luckily nikolai isn't there to need his help again.]

But, for the most part, I am on a vessel that sails through the stars as an eagle would through the sky. I believe they are calling it a spaceship.

omg you two...

[thelastking]

[ Excuse him, but by now the ranger is just eying the both of you with a look of mild amusement and wonder at this time. He honestly doesn't know what to make of any of this, and he's content watching for now. ]

sorry for the inbox spam falsetto

[justthedriver]

[ Well, that city with no lights, monsters, no cars, no electricity- that's better than the London that he knows. There's no slavery, for one. No vor either. It's 'good old times' for him, frankly, because after it he's been relegated back to limbo since the sequel for his movie didn't go through.

He gives Legolas a wry look this time. ]

Think I know what you're talking about. Been there, for little while. [ He shrugs. ] No chance of going back?

[undomiels]

You give good advice, as usual.

[ at this, the corner of her lips quirks. come now, aragorn. she can't help but see the irony in this advice of all things. ]

Perhaps advice that may be best followed closer to home, as well.

[thelastking]

[ A near groan escaped him once he heard that. Honestly, Arwen. ]

Perhaps, although I would like to believe that I already follow it well enough.

[ Mun: HA! ]

[undomiels]

[sassy arwen knows whats up.]

There was a time when your path was not quite so clear - destiny and fear battled each other inside you. It is not always so bad, to have others confirm what you already know to be true but have not yet discovered about yourself.

[ she's gentle, as always. she does this because she loves you! you must be fair! ]

[thelastking]

[ She speaks as if such a time has ever pass for him. Even now, sometimes his doubts about his destiny worries him more than any battle he ever waged in his life thus far. While he seems as confident as he can be, Aragorn still battles against his doubt much like his mun does. ]

Aye, I know of what you speak and know it well for it's true. I have not always been as confident in myself as I would like to believe, not when Sauron's evil drew so near.

[ He sighs gently. ]

Yet I wish none of these doubts to fall upon her shoulders. Let her be clear of mind, let her see what I cannot see for myself. I wish for her to overcome her doubts so we both can greet the horizon of tomorrow in glee.

[undomiels]

[ Arwen can only believe that questing one's destiny is a part of life and proof that no one was meant to wander this earth alone. even the elves partner and support each other, in times of trouble and pain. it is rare to find someone who does not rely on someone else - should he insist on bearing that burden alone, she could only gently remind him that she was with him.

crossing the distance between them, she slid her hand gently into his warm one, pressing her opposite hand on top. ]

As a father would wish for his daughter, you wish for her. But isn't there value to be found in making mistakes, in wondering? She will have good friends, with her, for support. You cannot shield her from everything.

[ a small smile. ]

Your wishes for her betray a compassionate heart. With your belief in her, I believe she should feel stronger.