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                       @mindsmade

        ‘twas a beautiful spring morning, and this trip had been planned for many a month. A number of days they would be away: JUST they, none other, despite the worries expressed from both Arwen and their guard. But, there were some things that should be done outside of close guard, and he believed strongly in bonding outside the city walls. 

        Their horses were fresh, and though years ago he would have made sure to select a calmer and easier horse for Eldarion, his son had swiftly become a fine rider in his own right. And so they set out with enough supplies for a few days, their horses stretching their legs and puffing white mist eagerly into the cool morning air. 

        It was a good half-day’s ride, making easy conversation and enjoying the growing warmth of the spring morning. Aragorn had worn clothes that did not mark him immediately as KING - a dark tunic and cloak that, while finer than anything he’d ever owned in those days, was far closer to his days as Strider than his more recent adventures. By the time they reached the wood, the horses were blowing and worn but satisfied, and Aragorn pulled the horse to a halt. 

        ❝ We can make camp near here — we should get set up, and then we can go out closer to dusk. ❞ He seemed ALIVE somehow — O, getting out of the walls like this did him good!             ❝ How are you feeling? ❞

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❝ You must understand people if you would rule them. ❞

       CIRCE STARTERS - Not Accepting

           He did not argue or deny her words, for they were wise — and not without a certain truth that he often feared was a WEAKNESS of his after so long in the Wilds. He bore the weight of a new King well, but it was still a weight he was growing accustomed to holding. Before them, the White City stretched, magnificent but yet still healing. 

           ❝ You speak true. ❞ The words were quiet and contemplative, and his brows were drawn down slightly. ❝ I do not deny that I have yet to learn much about these people. But, ❞  and a sidelong gaze was given to her, and the smile that came was small but warm, and that look plainly implied her in his words: ❝I hope to have the counsel of those who do. ❞

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the gift arrives late in the day; a small wooden box with horses heads carefully carved into the top. a small stone jar and a note lies within, written in a shaky hand. 'a gift for my lord on the day of his birth- a cream to help the wrinkles around your eyes! i jest. 'tis for the lady arwen to help with her complexion under the summer sun. your gift is the box and the horse i hope my brother has sent and not kept for himself.' -eowyn

The reply follows days later, written in a strong and flowing script, stamped with the royal seal of Gondor: 

       ❛ My Lady Eowyn; 

              Your gift is unexpected, but your ever-boundless generosity is welcome and appreciated more than you know. Arwen has already made use of the cream you have sent, and the box is beautifully made. The horse made it here, and he is truly a testament to the spirit of Rohan. 

               Our appreciation extends to you and your family; may the peace of these days light our paths ever more. 

                            Yours,                                  Elessar Telcontar  

             p.s.: I have long accepted there is naught to be done about the wrinkles, my Lady, but your concern does not go unappreciated. ❜

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“ bet you didn’t expect this.”

red dead redemption starters - accepting

       ❝ I did not! ❞ But then: nor was he SURPRISED at her coming up with the unexpected, these days. His brows climbed; regardless of any parental trepidation that may come of her adventures, he was impressed. 

                  —  ❝ How long have you been working on this? ❞

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♕

Send One For My Muse’s Reaction To –– - // Accepting

                                     ♕ bowing down before them

         A KING now he may be –– but a RANGER he once was, born and bred and made who he was by the Wilds. No amount of time spent with crown and sceptre could belay that, and it ever felt STRANGE to have those bowing before him. But he was not without his own grace –– a quiet NOBILITY that he had borne even years before he had become King –– and thus he could swallow his surprise. 

           ❝ My Lady, ❞ said he, with a dip of his head, fingers pressing to chest and then extending outward in acceptance and greeting at once. ❝ There is little need to stand on such formality. We welcome you here. ❞

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✘ = hugging them.

Send One For My Muse’s Reaction To –– - // Accepting

      He had not been long in Erebor; his journeys here were infrequent at best and not long, for he had DUTIES that often carried him swiftly away once business had been concluded. But he enjoyed his time here; he had built something of a KINSHIP with the Dwarves in these days of the King, and such alliances were valued highly and not one he cared to let fall to memory. 

      What he had not been expecting was the force of the slight dwarf upon him –– SMALL for her kin she may be, but no less hearty. He broke away from his discussion to look down upon her at the hug; a hand came to rest upon her shoulder ( with only the faintest awkwardness, with the height difference ) in return until she pulled away, and he chuckled deeply and with fondness. 

                          ❝ Oda! ❞ The King’s features eased into a smile.                                 ❝ It is good to see you fare well. ❞

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@ithiliell - cont. 

         Eyes glanced up, startled, before proceeding to stack yet more books into an already bulging pack. Trips to Imladris were seldom now the elves had sailed, yet knowledge still remained in the city. Knowledge just waiting to be unlocked and rediscovered.

        “I have to make sure I’m prepared for the library. Last time I didn’t bring enough Quenya translations. I do not wish to be stuck in the middle of translating again. It is entirely too frustrating, so I hope to avoid it with this trip.”

           A soft amusement eased across the King’s features; he made his way into her room and approached where she was packing her bags, a hand falling upon the back of her shoulder. 

           ❝ There are many there who you could ask for advice, ❞ he mused, reaching and turning over one of the books where it lay; fingers fondly brushed some dust from the cover, as it was one of those he had brought himself from Rivendell so many years ago. ❝ Your horse will have her back bowed from such a weight. ❞ He was teasing, mostly, and it showed within the fond glance sent askance; in truth, he was PROUD of her interest, for however over-prepared she may be. 

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“We could always laugh at him.”

Pride and Prejudice Starters - Not Accepting

          ❝ We could, ❞ said the King, full of amused rue as narrowed eyes watched his brother in the distance wind up spilled upon his back by Eldarion and two of his sisters –– one only scarcely old enough to toddle. He loved his children dearly, truly, but when Elladan had enticed them to roughhouse –– his brother was on his OWN. 

          There was an amused smile upon his lips, though, as he reclined and let his tankard of ale come to rest against his stomach. ❝ Should I go to his rescue or let him suffer them awhile longer? ❞ 

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“We’re both so stubborn.” - evxnstar

Pride and Prejudice Starters - Not Accepting          ——— @evxnstar

           ❝ — - Indeed we are, ❞ said he with a soft laugh, drawing her to him with the boldness of that love that burned so deeply in his heart. So many years ago, her father had gently denied his approach; out of his deep and undying respect for the Lord, he had bound himself to that word — but it also set within him a WILL to see the world put right again. 

           And now, under the waning light as the sun set golden over the reclaimed city, the new King of Men could be at ease at last. 

           ❝ But also, ❞ he whispered so low, catching her eyes with his before letting his gaze shift over the regrowing city — over the White Tree, newly blossomed and reaching new limbs toward the heavens — and he smiled.  ❝ Look where it has gotten us. I would take no fault in such accusation. ❞

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"And any man who must say 'I am King' is no true king at all."

Storm of Swords Starters - Not Accepting

          The WAR had been won, but now a new challenge began: a Ranger’s ascension to the throne of Gondor. He was educated in MUCH of the world; he had been a LEADER of Men for many long years before. But these long days that followed –– the last half of March and the whole of April –– he had removed himself from Minas Tirith in the symbolic coming of the new King upon his coronation on the upcoming first day of May. 

          In that time, much COUNCIL was to be had, for he had much to learn of the ways of the political courts –– and Elrond’s council was valued above all else. A dip of his head followed the words, rested upon the balcony overlooking the valley ahead. The sun waned in the western sky, the last light illuminating all in brilliant citrus golds and oranges of dusk. 

          ❝ Your words are wise as ever, ❞ he said ‘round the stem of his pipe, a contemplation buried deep within them. He let it fall, thought creasing his brow deeply. He worried, it was plain; it was almost as though when he was leaving Rivendell for the first time all those years ago –– worry that he was not PREPARED for such an undertaking.

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-waddles over and falls onto-

             ❝ Ci bain sui i Anor a in elin, meleth nín, ❞ the King uttered with a quiet laugh, neatly concealing any discomfort from the less-than-graceful motion. 

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@peredhellen

             O! but this day came as no real SURPRISE –– they had long told Elladan and Elrohir of the child’s coming, but as with all things: it had felt like they had more TIME than they truly did between the telling and the arrival. Word had been sent as soon as they could, inviting the twins to Minas Tirith on their own time. 

             But STILL: he could scarcely conceal his PRIDE when he met them –– he carried a weary yet PLEASED bearing, that smile upon his features that spoke not of the greeting of a KING but of the welcome of family, of the joy of a new father. It made him feel YOUNG again. 

             ❝ Elladan! ❞ He hands lifted, embracing the one he called brother ( who he had not seen in some time, truly ) swiftly before pulling back again, that smile lingering. He had rarely been in such spirits. ❝ Arwen is with him. I hope your travels went well. ❞

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@bcgumsahiba - starter call

          The WAR was ended: PEACE was not yet completely at hand; that would take take. Political amnesty had been offered by the hand of the King to those who would lay down arms and give fealty to Gondor and give the word of peace, but not all would take that offer, not yet. 

          The King Elessar was a man tried and tested through war, and there had been campaigns against those Easterlings who still flew banners against the Reunited Kingdom. But BLOOD and WAR were foul things, and he would not risk the lives of his people if he could reach agreement and settlement through talk — and these meetings were long and arduous, tiring. 

                      He HATED politics, truly. 

            ❝ Your meeting with us is appreciated, ❞ said he, a tight set to his jaw but an even calm to the words. He scarcely trusted Harad, not yet: war was not something that was so easily forgotten.  

                       ❝ I hope the journey was not too arduous. ❞

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@odafirecrown - starter call

           The road was long, but the King Elessar had finally taken the time to follow through on a PROMISE he had made so many years ago to a dear and close friend: to see the halls of Erebor with his own eyes. On paper, it was diplomatic: a meeting of Kings and leaders to seal allegiances that would hopefully last lifetimes in this new age of peace. 

           In his heart, though, it was something more, and O!, had Bilbo spoken true of these great halls!

           It was long after meetings had been had when he found time to take respite against the formality of leadership. He was not so unobservant to not see the warmth that his old and dear companion had greeted one of his own with in this place. 

           ❝ Gimli seems fond of you, ❞ said the King, warmly, with only the barest hints of humor at the corners of his eyes. 

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@pheriannath - cont. 

   At first he frowns a little as his hair gets scruffled, not knowing who it is…     but as he notices it is Aragorn who did so, a smile forms on his features.

         “I  see  you  have  taken  some time           to come and see the stars as well!”

      For the first time in many months –– - nay, many YEARS - –– the once-ranger’s           heart was at peace.   Minas Tirith still stood,  yet bruised and battered by the           brutality of WAR ... but she still stood, and her people rejoiced. Hours before           he had stood at the head of so many, had wed the woman he loved –– -

      And now he just smiled at the Hobbit,   warm,   and let his hand fall  to  rest  upon          Pippin’s shoulder. ❝ I have, ❞  he agreed,  for the stars over the city were bright          and clear, and they shone with the promise of a new world and new beginnings          his gaze lifted to the sprawl of the city below, and within those blue-grey eyes a          warmth shone. 

      ❝ Look at it,   Pippin,  my friend;   have you ever seen such a sight? ❞   For though          the city still bore scars and had a long way to go until it was whole, it was MORE         than just beauty he spoke of:   nay,   this spoke of peace and the ushering in of a          new age. ❝ We have done it. ❞

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“I didn’t have anything in mind, and you well know it.”

The Golden Compass Starters - Not Accepting

        ❝ No? ❞

            The King wasn’t unperceptive; he had grown to KNOW the Steward               well enough over the past years, and such EVASIVENESS was un-              characteristic enough to raise some concern. 

         ❝ Forgive me, then, for prying; but you look as though your thoughts             are weighing on you. ❞