The feast ended in joy and much merrymaking. Yet, like all good things, this had to end also. And so, after renewing their bonds of friendship, everyone got ready to leave for their own homelands. Faramir and Éowyn left two days after the festivities had ended, whereas Éomer and Lothíriel departed the day after, and so on and so forth. Soon enough, the only ones that had remained as guests in the Citadel of Minas Tirith were Gandalf, Elrond and the twins, and Legolas with Gimli.
Now all that remained to be seen was what Ceranos would decide: Whether to stay in Minas Tirith temporarily… or permanently.
Aragorn was sitting in his private room, the one he always used when he wished to be alone, thinking back to the conversation he had with Ceranos the very next day after the banquet. He had told Ceranos that, as he prepared to offer a place to live to an Elf he thought he didn't know, now he was once again offering to him, as a friend, a roof over his head.
All that Ceranos signalled was that he needed to weigh matters first; to think. So, Aragorn intended to give him as much time as he saw fit, something that the Elf welcomed gladly.
Still, it had been almost three weeks since that conversation and Ceranos hadn't reached a decision yet. What concerned Aragorn, however, was that almost no one else had seen Ceranos during that time. Apparently, the Elf had stayed in his room, thinking matters thoroughly.
It was then that he heard a weak knock on the door of his room. That was surprising to Aragorn, as he wasn't expecting anyone.
The door opened, and the first thing that Aragorn noticed was a pair of jade-coloured eyes, and then the familiar form of Ceranos. The first thing that the Man thought was how well the Elf was recovering. He was still quite thin, of course, and probably Ceranos would never be able to rid the haunted look that seemed to darken the Elf's features; but he was recovering, none the less. That gave Aragorn great comfort.
"Welcome, my friend," Aragorn said at once with a broad smile. "What brings you here? Have you decided?"
Ceranos nodded slightly, and gave the man a piece of parchment to read. Feeling curious, Aragorn unrolled it.
I am tired of wandering. I am willing to stay here, though I ask of you a favour. Though I was looked upon as a lord and a patriarch among the Dwarves, let me be a mere blacksmith here. Allow me to consider the forgery my kingdom, for that is the best haven I could possibly ask for in these halls.
Aragorn looked at Ceranos, gladdened at the decision the Elf had made, and clasped his hand on his shoulder.
"You shall have your wish. But know this, Ceranos: to me and my friends, you're equal, and that's how we will always treat you."
The young Elf's lips tugged into a smile; a true, brilliant smile.
Thank you. And he bowed slightly his head before embracing his friend in gratitude.