4. A Teacher's Hand - by Vistula
Discretion is the better part of valor.
Glorfindel had taught him that, since he was old enough to lift a sword or draw a bow.
A noble warrior knows when to pursue conflict and when it is better to walk away.
Aragorn could hear his teacher’s words clearly although today they fell into a burning heart.
Words spoken to harm can wound more deeply than blade or shaft. Remember, the tongue can be more dangerous a weapon than any forged from steel.
"You’re just a man…"
Clenching white-knuckled hands, he turned to the echoing of hurtful words and stalked away.
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