Aragorn was not the sort of Man to act on such a wish. He was a Good Man, which Maedhros could see already. He didn't see fighting at Aragorn's side as an obligation. He wanted to be there, knowing that with Aragorn's Light, good things could only happen. Aragorn was estel.
"I may know more," he allowed. "Not many, I am sure." How better to spy on one's enemy than to find ways unseen into that stronghold?
A hint of a flush touched the Elf's ears. "I believe it to be the other way around. You inspire hope without expecting it or keeping any for yourself." There was much he could discern from the Man by even a short conversation, and just how well he'd once known Elrond and Elros.
"He made his choice," he answered simply. "I am glad to have had the chance to bid him farewell.
"I am certain you do." he knew he would journey to that Dark land far faster with Maedhros's aid and leave it far quicker, yet this Darkness was, in part, thanks to his family. It was up to him to see it extinguished; whoever followed him, he would defend with his life if need be, but they would be in constant peril for an unknown period of time.
"I have no right to keep it for myself." Aragorn laid another blanket at the foot of the bed in case Maedhros felt a chill, "Do you truly think he left you completely?" his smile was shy, but warm, "My father, Arathorn, has not left my mother or myself. Our bodies are indeed mortal; that is not so for our spirits."
He bowed his head, removing a pendant from his shirt. It was one he had made. The craftsmanship was not up to Elven standards, yet he liked the shape of it - a silver feathered arrow set with a white stone. He laid it on Maedhros's chest.
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"I may know more," he allowed. "Not many, I am sure." How better to spy on one's enemy than to find ways unseen into that stronghold?
A hint of a flush touched the Elf's ears. "I believe it to be the other way around. You inspire hope without expecting it or keeping any for yourself." There was much he could discern from the Man by even a short conversation, and just how well he'd once known Elrond and Elros.
"He made his choice," he answered simply. "I am glad to have had the chance to bid him farewell.
"Nor will I abandon you."
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"I have no right to keep it for myself." Aragorn laid another blanket at the foot of the bed in case Maedhros felt a chill, "Do you truly think he left you completely?" his smile was shy, but warm, "My father, Arathorn, has not left my mother or myself. Our bodies are indeed mortal; that is not so for our spirits."
He bowed his head, removing a pendant from his shirt. It was one he had made. The craftsmanship was not up to Elven standards, yet he liked the shape of it - a silver feathered arrow set with a white stone. He laid it on Maedhros's chest.