notes: I write "Rhùn" instead of Rhûn. I'm to lazy to learn how to make that little Roof above the 'u' :)
Please forgive all my writing mistakes, I am not a native Speaker, my native tongue is German-
But please, inform me, if you find any spelling errors :)
Houses of healing, Minas Tirith
As soon as Aragorn woke up, he rose in bed and called for the healer.
"Dear Gods! Thorongil, can you not let an old men sleep?"
"Gahad, do you know, what day it is?" Aragorn grinned
"Let me guess, is it '4 month after you broke your leg'-day?"
Aragorn laughed "exactly. Gahad, let me go now, your 4 months are over"
Gahad shook his head. Aragorn had been the most irritating patient he ever had.
"Not so fast. Let me have a look at it first" Aragorn groaned in protest but let he healer examine his leg. "Captain? It is not very stable yet. You can go, but you will not ride a horse, fight or even touch a sword for the next week."
"But Gahad, it is okay!" Aragorn protested "I can walk without pain"
"And for how long?" the healer asked knowingly.
"Long enough" Aragorn answered, knowing that he could not walk longer than an hour without a pause.
"No horse, no sword, no warfare. One week" Gahad decided. "But go now."
A week earlier in the Royal Palace, capital city, Rhùn.
King Lahiz of Rhùn was not very young anymore. His ankles had started aching years ago but still- he was king of Rhun. He, not his son Nahkar and not his daughter Alaya, although she behaved like it.
Right now, all three were sitting in the dining hall, the King on the head of the table his daughter to his left, his son to his right. Alaya seemed to be in a bad mood, as always. "Of course, she will take it as an offence to be seated at my left hand and not to my right" King Lahiz thought and shook his head.
Trying to avoid a conflict between the siblings, he started a conversation. "Any news from Gondor or Rohan?" Alaya narrowed his eyes angrily but only Nahkar answered "Yes, father, our spies told me, that they have not seen soldiers from Gondor at their borders for a while now. They seem to forget to patrol them" he said with a diabolic smile. Alaya grinned "Father, we should attack them. Now, when we have the opportunity to enter their lands without their knowledge."
"Easy, Alaya, we have to think before we make such a decision." The king said trying to calm her down. "After all, they have very skilled and dangerous warriors." But the idea was very tempting. Maybe it would even work.
Alaya snorted "I will bring you Thorongil's head myself" Her brother laughed "And the other 12 of his men? Will you bring him their heads too?"
"Thorongil and his 12 are the best warriors of Gondor. But they are only 13. We have our army and the advantage, that they don't know that we're coming" she grinned threateningly.
"Yes, it could work" their father nodded approvingly "You two will go. Take any men you need and make sure, that you are in Gondor within two weeks. Don't take any longer or they might remember their duty at the borders."
Alaya and Nahkar both rose from their seats
"Oh, and Alaya….Don't bring me Thorongil's head. Bring him alive"