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Title: The Task of my Kindred.
By: Avon
Characters: Aragorn
Rating/Warnings: G
Disclaimer: Characters and universe belong to Tolkien - I'm just borrowing.
This has been previously published elsewhere on the 'net, but not on lj.

The road is long and dark and the wind blows cold. He wraps his ragged cloak around him as he trudges past candle-lit windows and smoke-drifting chimneys. Now and then, a dog barks uneasily at his presence or a horse whickers restlessly. In fitful patches of moonlight, he catches glimpses of a sturdily built henhouse or a neat vegetable garden and remembers another scattering of small cottages, far up in the north - a place of his kin where he is welcomed at gate and door. With grim smile he rests his hand on a broken sword and strides on.

Comments

[seleneheart]

Wonderful echo of Aragorn's speech at Elrond's council about "foes that would freeze" their souls. And simple people must not know that they are protected. Very nice image of him doing his duty, unknown to those under his care.

[avon7.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the feedback. I just love that speech and have made use of it in several stories.