Perchance to Dream
Aragorn crouched in the daisy-spangled grass, unseen by the happy gathering in the village square up the hill. All was peaceful this day, no enemies lurking. He squinted against the sun and watched the groom give his new wife a kiss, and he dared to let his mind roam down a path usually avoided.
Grey eyes lit with the stars, face more fair than any other. Oh to marry on a Mid-Year’s Day…
Then a cloud hid the sun, and he remembered the bow in his hand and sword at his hip, and he set aside the dream. For now.