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Flipping through the channels with the remote, the way he's learned to do, Aragorn chances on one where a man, looking all stern and serious, points his finger at the audience accusingly and asks the weirdest questions.
Who would you like to see get their final comeuppance? Who is it and just what would you do with them? the man bellows, and the finger seems to be pointing exactly at Aragorn. He shifts in his seat and flicks the remote, nervously, until the stern-looking man is replaced by the blander image of a man and a woman kissing.
Still the question remains with him...
There were many servants of the Dark he wanted to destroy or just plain see destroyed, because at the end that's what matters.. not personal success but that what is right and good may triumph.
But one... one he wanted to destroy himself, he would leave none other that pleasure.. and he did.. and it still gives him satisfaction to think of the dark, ugly head of Lurtz rolling away from the misshapen orc body.
Who would you like to see get their final comeuppance? Who is it and just what would you do with them? the man bellows, and the finger seems to be pointing exactly at Aragorn. He shifts in his seat and flicks the remote, nervously, until the stern-looking man is replaced by the blander image of a man and a woman kissing.
Still the question remains with him...
There were many servants of the Dark he wanted to destroy or just plain see destroyed, because at the end that's what matters.. not personal success but that what is right and good may triumph.
But one... one he wanted to destroy himself, he would leave none other that pleasure.. and he did.. and it still gives him satisfaction to think of the dark, ugly head of Lurtz rolling away from the misshapen orc body.
