Before coming to Harad, Aragorn thought, he would have said he had a good tolerance for heat. Now he knew that he had never known real heat. Oh, it could be warm at home, but summer heat there was usually dry. Gondor was warmer than Eriador or Rohan, but here... out in the sands the wind felt as if it came from a smelting furnace, and in the greener lands further south, the heat was said to be so moist it made breathing nigh impossible.
Yet the Haradrim bore it, and so must he. Aragorn sighed and turned south again.
Originally written for Glîrnardir's birthday 2012
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