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Subject: The aim

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 17:24:02 06/17/02 Mon

"The aim of our visit?" Aragorn walked back towards the bottom of the stairs where Faramir still lingered. "Why the aim is to find out who is trying to kill me. Surely you think that is a matter worthy of our time?"

Without waiting for an answer he turned and walked through the bowls of the dungeons towards the heavy oak door that signified the entrance to the cells. The air down here was cold as winter's first kiss. The tiny fire the guards were huddled round did nothing to disguise this, rather it lit the walls just enough so that every man's shadow became a demon.

Wrapping his arms around himself Aragorn shivered, but not due to the cold. "Why have I never been down here before," he whispered to Faramir who had joined him.
Something brushed past his ankle. Looking down the king saw it was a rat. He shuddered, repulsed and flicked his leg out sending it wimpering into the hole it had come from.
"People live here?"
"Some of 'em, sire," came the reply from one of the soldiers. "Most die. It's not exactly high class livin' if yer know what I mean."
Aragorn nodded dumbly.
"Yer wanted something yer majesty?"
"Would it be alright if the Lord Steward and I talked so some of the prisoners."
"O' course sire."
"Thankyou and get someone to bring you some more coal for down here."
"Thank-ye kindly."
"It is really I who should thank you," he muttered quietly. "Or rather beg for your forgiveness."

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