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Subject: Holding court

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 18:25:56 04/25/02 Thu

The stuffy air of the study, the smell of the books that stood like soldiers on his walls, the stacks of fresh forms on his desk. It all seemed like a different life.

Vomyr was absent and Aragorn was glad of it, not just for his own sanity but for Vomyr's health as well: The man should live more.

He pulled at his state robes in annoyance. The dublet in paticular made him feel more of a fop that a warrior king. The lavender silk had always been one of Arwen's favourites, saying it brought out the blue in his eyes. He had worn it to feel close to her but instead he felt irrated and uneasy. Picking the crown off the table and Anduril off the wall he moved out of the hateful room and into the corridor that lead to the Throne Room.

Typically it was full of a crowd of brightly dressed nobles who didn't seem to realise you couldn't hold court with out the king present. There was silence as he entered. Cloak flaring out behind him Aragorn walked dramatically through the centre of the room before seating himself on the throne, waving his hand and calling "continue" to the watching musicians. A lively tune filled the hall and the chattering began again.

He tried to sit still but during the months of paper work he had forgotten how uncomfortable both the crown and the throne really were.
The crown had been a wedding present from Elrond however, a thin band of gold, set with a diamond star. The throne was a heirloom, the white tree symbol of his family inlaid into the dark wood. It was still very hard and in dire need of some cushions, which would apparently spoil it's line and were therefore not allowed.

Various petty noblemen approuched him with their petty rivalries and problems. Wearily Aragorn passed judgment and new laws before finally calling for quiet and announced his plans for the poor hospital. It was met with universal distaste. No views were aired publically but Aragorn had expected no less. More disputes, more laws and then court was over.

The room emptied rapidly and he removed the crown with relief. Lifting himself of the throne the king stretched out his aching muscles, a couple of odd looks were shot at him from the musicians but he ignored them before walking out.

The corridors were lined with with candles as the light was failing. As he strolled along trying not to think about the servant girl her image rose in his mind once more.
Who sins most
The tempter of the tempted?
Do I desire her foully for those things that make her good?

He did and the guilt consumed him.

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