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Subject: The man

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 19:17:00 06/20/02 Thu

In frantic haste the man searched through the papers strewn over the desk. Most crumbled to ash in his fingers; burnt beyond redemption. He picked up one that remained larger than his outstretched palm. It was just possible to make out its title; this paper was concerning the poor hospital. Apart from that the writing was blurred out of recognition. He cursed softly. Everything the fire had left the water had destroyed.

A loud panting anounced the valet's arrival as Vomyr hurled himself into the room.
"What are you doing here?"
"What am I... Vomyr, what are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about? Will you get away from those papers. His majesty is going to be upset enough as it is."

Aragorn looked up from his ruined paperwork and glared at his man-servant. "Look Vomyr, I really don't have time for this kind of thing. Please just leave me alone."
The valet backed away out of the door before yelling "Guards!"
"Vomyr..." his voice tailed off a dozen heavily-built soldiers pounded into the room.
"Arrest this man," the valet ordered his voice trembling with anticipation. "He's been pawing through the king's work and I am certain that he also lit the fires that have caused such choas this morning."
Aragorn laughed at the joke he did not understand but the laugh faltered as the men advanced.
"What are you doing?"
"You 'erd. Go through the king's stuff would you?"
"But I am the king."
The chuckled at the maniac before them. "Look in a mirror mate."
Aragorn turned slowly and caught a glimse of another man, a man with a clean cut beard and hooked nose, in the glass before the reflection reformed into his own.
He swung back to the men who gaped at him; "A shape shifter!"
Vomyr's rang through the confusion, shrill and piercing: "Did I not tell you? He started those fires. Men swore they saw the king shooting burning arrows. It is clear now that this man has obviously assumed his form in an attempt to trick us all."
One of the men leered at him. "Lets see if a night in the dungeon weakens your resolve eh? Maybe then you'll think twice about impersonating Elessar."

Aragorn started to protest until one of them raised his fist and knocked him sharply round the head. The king of Gondor fell to the floor and blacked out.

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