A Day in the Life of the Dark Lordess
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Excerpt:Perhaps it was the shadows of the hall that had made him seem so glum, Aragorn thought, as they finally settled on a bench in the kitchen of what was to be his home.
“Do you know, it does my heart good to know that the fellowship we had remains in the city,” Aragorn ventured, speaking around a mouthful of fresh baked bread. “If I had seen an elf take gardening advice from a hobbit anywhere else, I would have thought I had crossed the seas into a different world.”
Pippin forsook table manners as well, leaning back in the large chair to prop his feet upon the seat of another, gaining full advantage of the moment of leisure.
“What surprises me,” the hobbit rejoined, “is that we are together at all. I feel as a small pebble that had bounced just the right way into the right path, knocking just the right boulder into motion.”
And setting off an avalance, Aragorn finished to himself.
“Well, you must remember what Galadriel spoke to us, how perilously close we were to falling to the wayside,” Aragorn replied, not at all taken aback by the directness with which Pippin faced the conversation.
Pippin’s gaze turned sharp, almost rueful.
“Do you think it was mere circumstance then?”
Aragorn took a deep breath. What was bothering this otherwise unquenchable hobbit?
“I mean,” the hobbit stammered, taking the puzzled look on the King’s face for amusement at his expense. Reflex. “I mean, all of this. That you became king, that we defended Gondor, that Frodo made it to the Crack of Doom, that Gollum, that horrid creature, actually fell in…”
Ah.
“Was it prophecy? Or was it chance? Only the Valar know,” Aragorn cast out the most obvious reply, mind racing to discover which way the hobbit’s thoughts were flowing.