Desert Stars
He had been too long among strangers, Aragorn thought, refusing a turn at the water pipe. Even kindly strangers. "I know the dreams of the shisha, they do not favor me." He rose, sighing inwardly as he made a deep obeisance. "I bid you goodnight."
Even the stars ingniting across the vast canvas above these crossroads were unfamiliar. Always apart … Aragorn loosed the sigh he had withheld as he wandered back to his solitary bedroll.
A shadow detached itself from the oasis rocks.
"Legolas! What … how … ?"
"The stars spoke to me of your heart, mellon nin."
