The Edain

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The ranger's grey eyes soften as they study the white haired elf. He's marked from head to toe in swirls and lines that look like ink or branding. ❝Fear makes for poor tutelage,❞ he intones softly. In his experience, it's no teacher; merely a taskmaster... or a slave-driver. He wonders how true that holds to the elf who has mastered swords nearly the size of himself.

❝Perhaps you forget... Being both elf and spawn, you may not need to sleep. But this very human wizard does.❞ Hells, but he IS being meek. He knows that Astarion has no intentions to meditate as Gale nods off. He had warned Astarion that his blood might not be quite to his liking...

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"Not beating around the bush, I see," Gale quipped, the epitome of droll to counter Astarion's plummy, poncy statement. He made sure not to play it on too thick, however. Astarion might not be his first choice for company, but he was also one of the few people he could really commiserate with over a travel-ruined garment uneven ground under a bedroll. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself well enough yesterday."

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This Aragorn takes more than a little influence from his book origin and in so doing I hope exonerates Elrond a little compared to both of their respective depictions in the movies. To do so requires starting with Elrond and his brother Elros, who were born of mixed elven and human parentage. As half elves they could choose immortality or "The Doom of Men" - to age and eventually die, though their lives were greatly extended in comparison to conventional humansl. Elrond chose elven immortality, while Elros chose mortality. Elros founded the kingdom of Numenor on an island west of "Middle Earth" When the men of Numenor attempted to seize immortality from the elves, it was destroyed by the gods. A small company of "the faithful" Numenoreans fled as refugees to Middle Earth and founded he two kingdoms of Gondor in the south, and Arnor in the north. When Sauron threatened to take over the world, a last alliance was formed of men and elves to defeat him. The king Elendil fell in battle, and his sons Isildur and Anarion later died, leaving the kingdom of Gondor with no heir. The noble families scattered and fled, hiding in their number, a line of royal blood that could be traced back to Elros himself. These scattered nobility formed the Grey Company- the Rangers of the North. They hid the identity of that royal descendant generation after generation. That child's identity was hidden even from himself, as he would be raised as an adopted child of Elrond in the House of Rivendell and told of his true identity when he came of age and would assume leadership as Chieftain of the Dunedain. As generations passed, the grey company and the rangers would protect the north of Middle Earth from criminals, monsters, and invasions alike, making peaceful settlements such as Bree and the Shire possible when the south of Middle Earth suffered the slow encroachment of Mordor. When the orphan Estel came of age under Elrond's care he was told of his true name and identity, as well as his unite all of Middle Earth, the north and southern kingdoms, and bring peace at last as King. But to do so he was tasked with traveling the world, learning of not only his enemies, but the people across the whole of the continent. In only learning their customs, their desires, their history and languages could he hope to rule all of them with a fair and loving hand. This work took decades and decades of travel and hardship. As a descendent of not only the people of Numenor "the Edain gifted with long life as they heeded a divine call to battle" but a descendent of Elros himself, Aragorn was gifted more years than even other dunedain. He needed every one of them , traveling the world and fighting among disparate people who would eventually become his people. How this Aragorn differs from Movie Aragorn. Aragorn carries the shards of Narsil on him at all times. It's reforged after the council of Elrond but before that time, it's housed in his sheath, and he carries a conventional sword for self-defense. This Aragorn does not fall in love with Arwen. As someone who is the product of generations of protection and tutelage of Elrond, he would do everything in his power not to seduce the only daughter of a man who by all intents and purposes, is his father. (and Great-great (etc.) grand uncle). On a related note: Elrond does not abandon the earth to men. By protecting the line of Elros and by extension Aragorn and teaching each generation to be the best kings and warriors and healers they can be, he has been an active and direct participant in saving Middle Earth.

Aragorn looked at the flaxen haired man, upon his rich and fearsome raiment and lamented the horrible waste of it all. His own heritage had been hidden from him until he had come of age.. And once he did, Elrond sent him away from the only true home he had ever known to travel the world and learn of the hearts of men... From their most tender, cloistered wants to their most fearsome folly. This man looked to be the latter. "And you would choose terror? Who taught you such ways- to salt the fields of men's hearts rather than sow upon them?"

"This isn't standing," Aragorn corrected him. He had pursued the Sméagol through rotting swamps and nightmarish fens for more days than he wished to count, let alone recount. Now he relinquished custody of the creature to the elves of Mirkwood, and had earned himself a short rest under their hospitality. Legolas may have tried to be kind, but Aragorn's thoughts were troubled, and he was thoroughly spent... aching down to the bone in ways even mortals and their sorry lot should not be made to suffer. Slumping to the ground, he whispered a quick blessing and bowed his head.

"Right you are, my corvid-themed friend," Gale fairly trilled with a touch on the tip of his nose when ever someone spoke to the essence of a matter. Wyll was presently dancing around the fire, having drowned his woes into a full bottle of Rolling Deck Rum. No one fought him over it. "If there was ever a time to seek solace at the bottom of an entire bottle, it's now," he mused. Having broken the terms of his pact, the fires of hell had transformed the warlock into 'a devil'. Though, a dashing one at that, if anyone asked Gale's opinion- which they did not... "Alas... I could have made a nice reduction out of it," he lamented. "Rolling Deck Rum isn't a drinking wine per se. Now, if you want to see fabulous wines, you need look no farther than my cellar in Waterd- Hello?" His new sorceress acquaintance had wandered off.