#31 Leaf
Aragorn clutched the small item hard enough to feel its outline within his palm as he ran like a man possessed. Determination emanated from his limber form as he moved, long strides eating up the ground as the name he had been given long ago paid tribute to. He would not stop. So much failure could be laid at his door already upon this quest, he could not bear for this to be the latest. Sparing no thought to the pair behind him his mind could only bend to those before and the hope that they were still alive, the hope kept aflame in his heart by the intricate leaf shaped clasp once worn upon a young hobbits cloak but now cutting into his hand.
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I think this must be the shortest one I have managed yet!
Thanks for reading and special thanks if you reviewed.
Lord Illyren - When I wrote the last one I had in mind Aragorn when he left the safety of Imladris for the first time to seek out and find his place amongst the Dunedain. Long years before the quest set off but it could work that way too.
