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It's been a while since Aragorn has looked into the packs he had with him when something.. someone.. a quirk of fate.. brought him to this place.
What he has there is not much. Though a ranger always carried with him all his possessions, what he had was admittedly very little. And in a way not really belonging to him, to Aragorn, but a part of what belonged to line he was born into, his only for his lifetime. The sword... The ring... The palantir..
So in truth the things that are truly his are just the ones he has inside him... Keen eyesight, being in tune with his surroundings, courage, loyalty.. Yes, those are truly his, as is his love, the love he has to give and the freedom to choose to whom he will give it. And, before, he never knew just how valuable a possession that is.
What he has there is not much. Though a ranger always carried with him all his possessions, what he had was admittedly very little. And in a way not really belonging to him, to Aragorn, but a part of what belonged to line he was born into, his only for his lifetime. The sword... The ring... The palantir..
So in truth the things that are truly his are just the ones he has inside him... Keen eyesight, being in tune with his surroundings, courage, loyalty.. Yes, those are truly his, as is his love, the love he has to give and the freedom to choose to whom he will give it. And, before, he never knew just how valuable a possession that is.
