Aragorn reached the entrance hall. Instead of going leaving the house, he turned down a wide, well-lit hallway. The light hurt his eyes, since he had just come from a dim room. When he reached the end of the hallway, he turned into another hallway. He sped up his walking and looked for the large, black and gold door. When he found it, he took out a key. It was the key to this black and gold door, and behind it was the largest supply of weapons and battle items that Aragorn had ever seen in his life. When he had first seen it, he stayed in the room for hours examining every last thing. That's when Elrond himself gave Aragorn a key to that room. Aragorn was very trustworthy.

Before Aragorn opened the door, he looked over each shoulder to make sure he was alone. The door creaked open, revealing a window-less room. Though it was dark, each sword, arrow point, and machetee blade sparkled and glinted. He took a step into the room and his eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness. But he lit every candle in the room, spilling light throughout. Aragorn closed the door and breathed in. In the corner sat a table, with a pile of parchment and a single quill and bottle of ink on it. "Perfect," muttered Aragorn. At once he set to work. He chose the most powerful but lightly built swords. He made sure that Legolas had enough arrows, and he took the most poisonous ones. There were short axes for Gimli, also.

When he had gotten together a bunch of swords and arrows and quivers and axes he thought would do the job at hand (kill), he began to write and plan and plot and draw small routes and such on the parchment.. "He wants us to go down to Lorien and pick up some men and elves.....Isengard next.....hopefully no enemies around there....." He finally had a journey route that he thought would be the safest and quickest, and please Lord Elrond the most. At the thought of Lord Elrond, Aragorn wondered what the Lord himself would be doing when Aragorn and all were away. He decided to ask him at dusk when Lord Elrond, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Borin were to meet again to discuss further plans of action. Aragorn decided that rest was in need at that moment, so he cleaned up his work and put his parchment in a leather breast pocket.

As he was walking down the hallway, he heard noises coming from the entrance hall. One of the voices he heard definitely belonged to Gimli's, and the other he heard must have been Legolas'. As he rounded the corner, he saw that he was right, and that Borin was also with the two other. "Friends, where have you all come from?" asked Aragorn, trying to stifle a huge yawn.

"I was getting my blade sharpened by that ass of a blacksmith! Or so he called himself a blacksmith! Couldn't sharpen if his life depended on it.....!" Gimli mumbled on and Legolas beckoned Aragorn to the side, leaving Borin with Gimli. "You were right about Borin. Such a mysterious elf. He was heading back home though, said he didn't want to live like a Ranger. Luckily, I caught him just in time." Aragorn laughed, and his laugh turned into another yawn.

"Ranger indeed! He doesn't even know the half of it!"

Aragorn yawned once more and turned back to Gimli and Borin, who were staring at the details of the ceiling. "Well, I must be getting some sleep now. Remember, in a few hours it will be dusk. We will have our meeting....." He smiled and turned around, going toward the stairs. He wearily climbed up the steps, and disappeared around the bend.