A Party of Special Magnificence
Anticipated Allies: 1. Aniticipated allies
Mar'isu - 3/23/2007
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, sat in a private parlor in the Prancing Pony, listening to the reports of the latest group of Dunedain to return from terms of duty in the south.
"How fares the House of the Steward?" he asked when all that was necessary had been said. "The younger son, Faramir, should be full grown by now."
Amandil nodded. "I had the pleasure, if you could call it that, of serving in the court until it was revealed that I hailed from the north." Halfhearted smiles circled the room. They had all felt the growing hostility of Gondor's lords for their northern kin. Amandil continued, "I was in attendance when Faramir swore his oath." The relatively young ranger shook his head. "I have never seen such a focused young man. He is like you, my Lord, with eyes that will see through lies before they are even spoken." Aragorn acknowledged the praise.
Galantar took up the tale. "I was not within the Hall, but I saw the rejoicing throughout the city, and none was louder in his praise than Captain Boromir." The older Ranger smiled to remember. "All the officers together welcomed our new peer that night, and a friendlier man I could not ask for. Did I not know what elves truly look like, almost I would say he is one of them he was so merry. He will make a formidable adversary and an invaluable ally."
Amandil grunted. "Aye." The ranger raised his tankard. "To the Steward's sons, may they live to see their King return" he toasted with a significant look to his Chieftain. All the Dunedain echoed his toast.
Aragorn lowered his mug, somewhat chagrined at being reminded of his heritage here in a town that had ever been a refuge from such thoughts. "So you believe that the sons will be more apt to accept me than their father?" he asked.
Galantar nodded. "Very much so, my Lord. Aragorn, know this. Should you win Boromir's respect, you will have Gondor's love, but should you win Faramir's love, you will have her soul."
