Eldarion looked up at his father, eyes bright with starlight and expectation.
“Again?” Aragorn asked softly, smiling, but not surprised. The request came every week, as sure as the sun would rise and fall. And he honoured it every week, knowing Arwen would watch from the shadows and remember. He knew she had asked the same story of Elrond and he knew he was telling it to her as much as to their son.
One moment of loved childhood reborn.
“Once, there was great winged beasts in the air and men called them dragons...”
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Date: 2005-03-27 10:16 am (UTC)Eldarion looked up at his father, eyes bright with starlight and expectation.
“Again?” Aragorn asked softly, smiling, but not surprised. The request came every week, as sure as the sun would rise and fall. And he honoured it every week, knowing Arwen would watch from the shadows and remember. He knew she had asked the same story of Elrond and he knew he was telling it to her as much as to their son.
One moment of loved childhood reborn.
“Once, there was great winged beasts in the air and men called them dragons...”