I would like to see the movie with only the Aragorn parts in it *g* all my favorite moments and this is one of them >3 ? and what happened with Monday???
*sighs* 'That doggone Elf and his opinions! Of course they'll die; we ALL die... except elves and that's another story.' he thinks. Then muses on that concept, that old argument between himself and Glorfindel that long ago summer when he was first learning swordcraft, and how it was unfair that elves didn't die.
"But of course we die, young Estel. But since it is not within Eru's plans, we also come back," he said with a grin. "However, that is not Man's Fate. We elves of of Arda, but you are not. You go on to met Eru, perhaps, and sit at his feet while we elves," he paused, his thought taking him back to long ago years in Aman. "Well, we linger on, I suppose. Now lift your sword young sir and let us begin."
'Let us begin. That is the truth of it. We have hope, in spite of what that willful Wood Elf has to say about it.'
"We have hope," he said softly before looking up and spotting a boy, not much older than he had been that day with Glorfindel and, seeing the fear in his eyes, felt the rise of hope in his own.
"What is your name, boy?"
The youth, holding his sword with nervous hands looked up at the question.
"Haleth, son of Hama, my lord. The Men are saying that we will not live out the night. They say that it is hopeless..." his fear made him stop, lip nearly trembling, his eyes growing rounder in anticipated fear.
Aragorn rose from his seat and took the boy's sword, tested it a few times, remarking to himself the poor quality but not wanting to say it. He handed the blade back to Haleth with a not.
"This is a good sword, Haleth, son of Hama." He paused before turning away and leaned down to the youth. "You'll do fine, son. And remember, there is always hope."
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Date: 2014-06-03 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-06-03 09:12 pm (UTC)? and what happened with Monday???
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Date: 2014-06-03 09:44 pm (UTC)Well, given that there were no comments on Sunday's post, we'll just start from here and hope LJ behaves itself.
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Date: 2014-06-03 09:37 pm (UTC)"But of course we die, young Estel. But since it is not within Eru's plans, we also come back," he said with a grin. "However, that is not Man's Fate. We elves of of Arda, but you are not. You go on to met Eru, perhaps, and sit at his feet while we elves," he paused, his thought taking him back to long ago years in Aman. "Well, we linger on, I suppose. Now lift your sword young sir and let us begin."
'Let us begin. That is the truth of it. We have hope, in spite of what that willful Wood Elf has to say about it.'
"We have hope," he said softly before looking up and spotting a boy, not much older than he had been that day with Glorfindel and, seeing the fear in his eyes, felt the rise of hope in his own.
"What is your name, boy?"
The youth, holding his sword with nervous hands looked up at the question.
"Haleth, son of Hama, my lord. The Men are saying that we will not live out the night. They say that it is hopeless..." his fear made him stop, lip nearly trembling, his eyes growing rounder in anticipated fear.
Aragorn rose from his seat and took the boy's sword, tested it a few times, remarking to himself the poor quality but not wanting to say it. He handed the blade back to Haleth with a not.
"This is a good sword, Haleth, son of Hama." He paused before turning away and leaned down to the youth. "You'll do fine, son. And remember, there is always hope."
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Date: 2014-06-03 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
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