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Im the meantime, I present you with:
Chapter Two
Aragorn entered the common room, many elves, and other creatures besides, were
relaxing and enjoying the evening. Many were singing, both favorite ballads and new tunes
Aragorn hadn't heard. This didn't surprise him; the elves made excellent bards, and composing
was a most enjoyed pastime. Stories had been told over and again through the elves songs, more
ways than one could imagine.
Through the tall, grand doorway at the opposite end of the warm common room lit by
blazing fireplaces was the dining hall. Aragorn made his way for that now, his stomach
badgering him for dinner. The dining hall had a long table, large enough to seat three across and
thirty down it's sides. It was surrounded on either side by smaller, circular tables, but everyone
sat at the large table, unless there was no more room, or there were important guests be served
there with Lord Elrond. Tonight Aragorn spotted Legolas at the very end of the table, writing
something on a piece of parchment. He rushed towards him, eager to have some time with his
friend after the long day of training.
"Aragorn! Sit down!" Legolas exclaimed happily when he saw Aragorn.
"Thank you. I'm tired of this, day after day." Legolas looked at him, his face expressionless.
Aragorn looked back, his face not-so-expressionless.
"Eat something," Legolas said, changing the subject. Aragorn suspected that Legolas was only
suggesting that because he didn't want to go into that king business, but he didn't really mind.
He was extremely hungry, after all.
Late that night, Aragorn entered his sleeping quarters. He knew he shouldn't be up so
late, as he wouldn't be able to get anything done tomorrow, he would be so tired, but being with
the elves was so much fun. He quietly undressed and slipped into his large, grand-looking bed. It
went perfectly with the other things in his room; the dresser, window seat/chest, chair and
bedside table were all fancy looking and made of finest quality wood, carved into magnificent
curves and shapes. It reminded Aragorn of his future as king, and made his stomach turn
unpleasantly. Aragorn closed his eyes and willed himself to go to sleep. In a few minutes, his
breathing was heavy and regular, and Aragorn was deep in a sleep full of dreams about being
king of Gondor.
Im the meantime, I present you with:
Chapter Two
Aragorn entered the common room, many elves, and other creatures besides, were
relaxing and enjoying the evening. Many were singing, both favorite ballads and new tunes
Aragorn hadn't heard. This didn't surprise him; the elves made excellent bards, and composing
was a most enjoyed pastime. Stories had been told over and again through the elves songs, more
ways than one could imagine.
Through the tall, grand doorway at the opposite end of the warm common room lit by
blazing fireplaces was the dining hall. Aragorn made his way for that now, his stomach
badgering him for dinner. The dining hall had a long table, large enough to seat three across and
thirty down it's sides. It was surrounded on either side by smaller, circular tables, but everyone
sat at the large table, unless there was no more room, or there were important guests be served
there with Lord Elrond. Tonight Aragorn spotted Legolas at the very end of the table, writing
something on a piece of parchment. He rushed towards him, eager to have some time with his
friend after the long day of training.
"Aragorn! Sit down!" Legolas exclaimed happily when he saw Aragorn.
"Thank you. I'm tired of this, day after day." Legolas looked at him, his face expressionless.
Aragorn looked back, his face not-so-expressionless.
"Eat something," Legolas said, changing the subject. Aragorn suspected that Legolas was only
suggesting that because he didn't want to go into that king business, but he didn't really mind.
He was extremely hungry, after all.
Late that night, Aragorn entered his sleeping quarters. He knew he shouldn't be up so
late, as he wouldn't be able to get anything done tomorrow, he would be so tired, but being with
the elves was so much fun. He quietly undressed and slipped into his large, grand-looking bed. It
went perfectly with the other things in his room; the dresser, window seat/chest, chair and
bedside table were all fancy looking and made of finest quality wood, carved into magnificent
curves and shapes. It reminded Aragorn of his future as king, and made his stomach turn
unpleasantly. Aragorn closed his eyes and willed himself to go to sleep. In a few minutes, his
breathing was heavy and regular, and Aragorn was deep in a sleep full of dreams about being
king of Gondor.