The sun rose early, it seemed, but not early enough for the King of Gondor. The days were getting unmanageable as King. Aragorn was feeling the weight of it, and he missed the tracking of being a ranger. He missed the late nights with his friends, Legolas and Gimli. He even missed being starved. Now that he was King, he had as much as he wanted, and it was most luxurious. But a thought hit him. He could give up his position to someone who wanted the throne more than him. Gandalf would have made a splendid King, he deserved it more than himself. It was too late now. Gandalf had sailed to Valinor with Frodo, Bilbo and the other elves. And Frodo would have been a good choice. Though maybe he would have been to shy. Aragorn sat up, and silently left his bed, trying to leave Arwen asleep. But instead of wearing his royal clothes, he found his old outfit. Once ready, he left Minas Tirith on his trusty friend Brego. "Just like the old days Brego. We are free once again. Now let us find my companions." Aragorn, riding Brego, galloped off into the sunrise, towards Moria.

Meanwhile, Arwen awoke to find her King was gone.

"Captain Faramir! The King has gone!" But she wasn't to upset. No one could have kidnapped him; there existed none who was evil. But was there?

"My Lady, do not panic. He has merely got unfinished business in Rivendell that he has to sort. You need not worry." He held her by the hand. "King Aragorn would not leave without a reason." Captain Faramir gave a bow, and then swiftly exited.

By now, it had been a few days. Aragorn and Brego had finally reached Moria.

"I sense the living inside the walls. Gimli has certainly thrived." Aragorn walked over to the doorway, and read the elvish inscription.

"Speak Gimli and enter." Aragorn read it, and smiled. You could always count on Gimli.

"Gimli! It's Aragorn!" The doors opened, and inside, was the most amazing thing that Aragorn had seen for ages.