Born to be King
Psalm 136
They told him he was to be King. His mind boggled with the thought. Why should he be a king? Didn't anyone see he was no greater than the rest of his king? But that was not even his entire argument.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, was afraid. His fear grew from insecurity, which grew from his own doubt of his strength of will. What could one man do? He had long since lost faith in his blood. His actions could never leave behind the hope that is given for the world to feel alive.
Their eyes were closed. Hope had long since fled. But why did he still fight? Why didn't he flee?
He was honestly a very selfish man. He fought, believing one day, maybe, Elrond would allow him to marry Arwen. Sure, he did say he wished her to sail, but no man was that noble. In his heart, he knew his grief would kill him if she left, but below that selfishness, there was something that told him to let her go.
Aragorn had spent his whole life running. Could he outrun destiny? He was bent on it, but no man is that fast. He was born to be King.