1. Spring, 2986 T. A.
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"The Enemy seemingly sleeps," said the white-haired old man.
"Would that it were so," replied Isildur's heir.
"Yet, my Lord, attacks by his forces have dwindled to a point where He barely inconveniences us. At such times our people have always thought of restoration and renewal."
Aragorn did not smile, for his great-grandfather Haldor, grandfather of Gilraen, only called him 'my Lord' when reminding him of duties he would prefer to forget. Though not of the direct line of Isildur, Haldor had been a great captain of the Rangers and was one of the most respected men in the Angle. Even past his one hundred fiftieth year, he could still lead troops - so long as the battle needed not a long ride to meet.
"Aye. Think you I should decrease the patrols? The rest would do the men well."
Haldor flared. "You know that is not what I speak of! I am not one of the politicians on the Council! I held you in my arms as an infant, as I did your mother and her father. You have no cause to doubt my love for you."
"Aye, hir nin," the younger man tried to joke. "Daernaneth is also trying to play matchmaker, but again I tell you I am betrothed."
"So you are, but do you not think the bride-price overhigh? If you and Arwen will marry, do it now! Elrond, however honorable, is not a King to command us. Does he think we need any extra encouragement to fight the Enemy? When have we ever? But we do need sons to carry on that fight."
The truth of Haldor's words was undeniable. Aragorn could not wait for centuries as his beloved could - often it seemed she did not understand that. He would not be remembered as the one who let Isildur's line fail out of selfishness, even if it were for love. "Very well, Daerada. Forty years from today, if the task set before me is still not completed, I shall end our betrothal. You are correct to point out my duty. I do not forget it myself, but I will not yet abandon hope."
Haldor nodded assent. "Let us hope that we will not have to wait that long. I would see you wed with living eyes."
117 F. A.
King Elessar thought on Haldor and on that day, as he held his own infant grandson, Eldarion's heir. So close it had been to all coming to naught! Had Sauron stood but seven years longer, he would have kept his promise. Never a word of it had he breathed to anyone. Haldor had died three years before the Ring War. Did the man, wherever he was, know that Aragorn had remained true to the Dunedain? The pain in his joints told the King that he would meet his great-grandfather again soon enough.
Author's Note: I couldn't find a word for 'great-grandfather' in Sindarin so I just used 'Daerada'.
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