"A shame indeed," Aragorn said, and his sword's tip did not waver. His eyes flickered towards Frodo behind him, Legolas at his side, and he took a single, tiny step towards Lucas. "I had taken you to be an honourable Man, Lucas."
He did not know of where this Man had hailed, Aragorn realised. It was but a fleeting thought. So was the thought that the last Man he saw lusting after the Ring was Boromir. Aragorn had no time for such reflections, not while Frodo was in danger and he looked so ashen and pale, so frightened at the violence that the Ring could drive any and all around him to.
(The Ring was silent to him. Utterly silent. Aragorn had gotten used to its soft, insinuating whispers on his time on the ship, and now its missing speech perturbed him. Perhaps this was what had called him here so quickly, for the last time the Ring had gone entirely silent from him was when Boromir succumbed to its power, and the Ring had concentrated the whole of its energies on him then.)
"Legolas, my friend," Aragorn said, but he did not take his eyes away from Lucas. His feet shifted slightly, moving from a defensive posture to one that was ready to attack at the merest shift of the toe. "Frodo needs to be brought to somewhere safe."
With that, Aragorn was already jumping forward. It was not a blow that he aimed at - instead, he only wished to drive Lucas back even further. Anduril's moon-glow flared ever-brighter, almost blinding in its intensity, and Aragorn only hoped that Legolas would have enough time to bring Frodo away- far away from the library so that Lucas would have a chance to regain his senses.
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He did not know of where this Man had hailed, Aragorn realised. It was but a fleeting thought. So was the thought that the last Man he saw lusting after the Ring was Boromir. Aragorn had no time for such reflections, not while Frodo was in danger and he looked so ashen and pale, so frightened at the violence that the Ring could drive any and all around him to.
(The Ring was silent to him. Utterly silent. Aragorn had gotten used to its soft, insinuating whispers on his time on the ship, and now its missing speech perturbed him. Perhaps this was what had called him here so quickly, for the last time the Ring had gone entirely silent from him was when Boromir succumbed to its power, and the Ring had concentrated the whole of its energies on him then.)
"Legolas, my friend," Aragorn said, but he did not take his eyes away from Lucas. His feet shifted slightly, moving from a defensive posture to one that was ready to attack at the merest shift of the toe. "Frodo needs to be brought to somewhere safe."
With that, Aragorn was already jumping forward. It was not a blow that he aimed at - instead, he only wished to drive Lucas back even further. Anduril's moon-glow flared ever-brighter, almost blinding in its intensity, and Aragorn only hoped that Legolas would have enough time to bring Frodo away- far away from the library so that Lucas would have a chance to regain his senses.