#30 Crossing The Line
This was it. One step further and he would never be the same. He turned his head to stare back the way he had come a pang of regret fliting through his mind before taking a deep breath, settling his pack firmly on his shoulders, facing front and lifting his right foot over an imaginary line.
It was time to discover who he really was, a grim smile played over still youthful lips as he walked. Behind lay childhood, games and innocence. Before lay, he knew not what, but it was time he grew up and tried to make sense of Master Elrond's words. A stone flew down the path as he kicked out savagely. Even his name was a lie. Albeit one told in the best of faith. To keep him safe. He sighed and allowed the anger to dissipate. Aragorn. He rolled the name around in his mind. It felt strange and sort of old. Aragorn. He shrugged, ah well. He would just have to get used to it. Picking up the pace he began to scan the scenery. Imladris was behind, his future lay somewhere in front and he planned on meeting it head on.
A/N
Thanks for reading and especially for those who have sent me such lovely comments. They really do make a difference :) Hint hint *winks*
Lord Illyren - Warm and happy is good. Thanks. I had Eldarion at that pre-pubescent age where kids are growing at an alarming rate and don't seem to be able to control their limbs properly. Just at that clumsy stage in life. :)
