He thought he'd seen the pinnacle of his life.
He'd had a happy childhood, safe from everything that could have harmed him. He'd been trained by the best to prepare for the worst life could throw at him. He'd spent years in the Wild, journeying across the land, even into places that do not welcome strangers easily.
He had fought against the darkness and despair that threatened to overwhelm his world, and in the end, prevailed. He had won everything that he had ever thought could be his.
Then Arwen handed him his newborn son, and Aragorn knew real triumph.
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