Warnings: Just a youthful hissy fit.
Disclaimer: Tolkien caused the angst, I just propagate it.
Author's Note: Because everyone was a stroppy teenager once. For the 'Rage' challenge.
Should I rail against him that raised me? I should beat my fists upon him, but it would serve no purpose.
All that I have learned in his tutelage was for one purpose: his own. He would forge me into a weapon to end his ancient war; to bring a future that others have imagined. He offers me no other path. I wish he had not told me these things, but he sees in me only what my fathers were, and what I should be.
Yesterday I was Estel; today I am Aragorn; and I hate him for it.