Word count: 100
Character : Aragorn
Disclaimer: Tolkien made the world, Kortirion polishes at the edges.
He enjoyed the company of the moon. To see radiant Ithil in stately flight across the bowl of night brought unaccustomed peace to his fea. And to walk freely – that was the bonus. The soft leather of his boots thudded softly on Minis Tirith’s stone stairs. Safe, alone, moonlit; he could breathe freely here. Citadel guards were easily avoided, the rattle of gear, the crack of hard boot-heels betrayed them; he went Ranger-fashion, every buckle tied in place, leather oiled, cloth soft.
No rustling, or creak of leather, gave Aragorn away as the King walked his city – and remembered – remembered…