Disclaimer: Tolkien Fecit… Kortirion wallows in the angsty bits created by PJ!
It began with a look, not a challenge… though he thought it so. A look introduced our fea before Lord Elrond had a chance to introduce our persons. Another elf took that pleasure. The look he gave me then should have frozen my blood. Instead, it sealed our pact; that eventually there’d be a duel of wills - who the captain? Who the king?
I wish it had come to that. I wish we’d come to Gondor, and… what? It ended with a look, in which we saw ourselves for what the other saw in us. My Captain … his King.