A smile spreads across Aragorn's lips but it holds no joy. "It's because we refuse to listen to each other." He whispers.
"We refuse to acknowledge each other as equals due to our pride."
The ranger falls silent for a time, his gaze focused upon the lovely white flowers that dot the crisp green lawn. They remind him of the wildflowers that bloom upon the statues of his long-forgotten ancestors. It's the first time that Aragorn sees slithers of Arda here within this odd realm. The sight of these flowers help lessen his gloom some, but their effect doesn't linger for long. It's then that Aragorn looks down at the light of the Evenstar. The silvery pendant seems to glow within the afternoon sun, shining too brightly to be some mere trinket.
Aragorn gently caresses the pendant as if scared it would shatter. "But there's hope." He mutters. "If not for Arda, then perhaps for other realms." His gaze focuses on Finel once more.
"If the two of us can converse like this, then surely others can."
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"We refuse to acknowledge each other as equals due to our pride."
The ranger falls silent for a time, his gaze focused upon the lovely white flowers that dot the crisp green lawn. They remind him of the wildflowers that bloom upon the statues of his long-forgotten ancestors. It's the first time that Aragorn sees slithers of Arda here within this odd realm. The sight of these flowers help lessen his gloom some, but their effect doesn't linger for long. It's then that Aragorn looks down at the light of the Evenstar. The silvery pendant seems to glow within the afternoon sun, shining too brightly to be some mere trinket.
Aragorn gently caresses the pendant as if scared it would shatter. "But there's hope." He mutters. "If not for Arda, then perhaps for other realms." His gaze focuses on Finel once more.
"If the two of us can converse like this, then surely others can."