You knew Aragorn was of the line of kings, he was far more powerful and athletic then his frame would suggest. Still you were Murder, daughter of the dark lord, you were not without your own abilities! Aragorn started to outstrip you and you cast a subtle magic giving swiftness to your fair frame. Aragorn's jaw slackens as you pass him up. Not used to losing his countenance twists into frustration but then his familiar smile reappears and he tells you, "Well done Murder."
His praise fills you with a giddy joy though you maintain your composure and just tilt your head in acknowledgment.
Do you arrive at the council just in time for it to begin or do you spot a couple of hobbits sneaking about trying to listen in?
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