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claudia603Title: Too Long to Wait: The Coming of Astor (or Every King Needs a Purry Furry)
Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn (implied, only, Frodo isn't even in this ep)
Rating: G (v. fluffy!)
Summary: Aragorn finds a companion while Frodo and Ellohir are on holiday
A/N: Inspired by my "letter" from Helo to Aragorn, hee
Duties. Aragorn's mouth twisted in disgust. Always kingly duties. He held one of his old leather Ranger tunics to his chest, breathing in the scent of his former life. His heart twisted with nostalgia for that time of great freedom and fewer burdens. He had kept some of the clothing from his Ranger days as a reminder of all that had passed before he became King. He longed to put them on now and slip from the city, unrecognized. He wanted to walk to Ithilien and join Frodo and Ellohir. No doubt Ellohir was playing with Faramir's sons and Frodo likely sat in Eowyn's garden, reading and catching up with their old friends. Aragorn missed them so much that every muscle in him ached with longing for them. Their living chambers were empty and lifeless. No giggling Ellohir, no welcoming smile from Frodo. Just the wind rattling the windows.
Aragorn cocked his head. He had heard a gentle whimper. He listened again and this time determined that he had heard meowing. One of the castle cats who patrolled and kept the Citadel free of rats must be trapped somewhere. His Ranger instincts led him to a vent covered by a cobweb-covered metal grill. Two blue eyes peered out from behind the vent.
"How did you get in there, little one?" Aragorn chuckled. The cat rubbed his head against the grill. Aragorn had never seen blue eyes in a cat. And the coloring was astonishing -- grey stripes over tawny fur, like the rumored snow tigers from the upper ranges of Caradhras. Aragorn wriggled some of the loose screws in the grill. The cat seemed to sense that Aragorn was trying to help, and he settled down into a sitting posture, purring.
"I do believe this vent might just go all the way down to the dungeons," Aragorn said. "Did they put such a beautiful creature on rat duty down there?" He pried the grill loose, and the cat leaped out into the corridor just outside the royal living chambers. The cat kept his tail straight, and he purred, butting his head against Aragorn.
"Well, let's see if we have any kitchen scraps for you, some fish or fowl."
Aragorn strode toward the kitchen and the cat trotted after him, looking up at him with great trust in his blue eyes. There was something soulful in those eyes, similar to Frodo's when he fell in a contemplative mood and his eyes darkened to the color of the sea in the late afternoon.
Aragorn found scraps of fish and gave them to the cat, who gladly gobbled them up, still purring. Aragorn stroked the cat's magnificently thick fur. "I could use the company," he said. "And you deserve far better than dungeon duty. Would you not keep me company while my Frodo and Ellohir are gone?"
The cat's answer was to lick Aragorn's hand with his rough tongue.
Aragorn named the cat Astor, and from then on, even after Frodo and Ellohir returned, they were often seen together, even during official business. And while Astor in time came to tolerate Frodo and Ellohir, he slept only on Aragorn's side of the bed and only allowed Aragorn to pet his furry tummy.
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Pairing: Frodo/Aragorn (implied, only, Frodo isn't even in this ep)
Rating: G (v. fluffy!)
Summary: Aragorn finds a companion while Frodo and Ellohir are on holiday
A/N: Inspired by my "letter" from Helo to Aragorn, hee
Duties. Aragorn's mouth twisted in disgust. Always kingly duties. He held one of his old leather Ranger tunics to his chest, breathing in the scent of his former life. His heart twisted with nostalgia for that time of great freedom and fewer burdens. He had kept some of the clothing from his Ranger days as a reminder of all that had passed before he became King. He longed to put them on now and slip from the city, unrecognized. He wanted to walk to Ithilien and join Frodo and Ellohir. No doubt Ellohir was playing with Faramir's sons and Frodo likely sat in Eowyn's garden, reading and catching up with their old friends. Aragorn missed them so much that every muscle in him ached with longing for them. Their living chambers were empty and lifeless. No giggling Ellohir, no welcoming smile from Frodo. Just the wind rattling the windows.
Aragorn cocked his head. He had heard a gentle whimper. He listened again and this time determined that he had heard meowing. One of the castle cats who patrolled and kept the Citadel free of rats must be trapped somewhere. His Ranger instincts led him to a vent covered by a cobweb-covered metal grill. Two blue eyes peered out from behind the vent.
"How did you get in there, little one?" Aragorn chuckled. The cat rubbed his head against the grill. Aragorn had never seen blue eyes in a cat. And the coloring was astonishing -- grey stripes over tawny fur, like the rumored snow tigers from the upper ranges of Caradhras. Aragorn wriggled some of the loose screws in the grill. The cat seemed to sense that Aragorn was trying to help, and he settled down into a sitting posture, purring.
"I do believe this vent might just go all the way down to the dungeons," Aragorn said. "Did they put such a beautiful creature on rat duty down there?" He pried the grill loose, and the cat leaped out into the corridor just outside the royal living chambers. The cat kept his tail straight, and he purred, butting his head against Aragorn.
"Well, let's see if we have any kitchen scraps for you, some fish or fowl."
Aragorn strode toward the kitchen and the cat trotted after him, looking up at him with great trust in his blue eyes. There was something soulful in those eyes, similar to Frodo's when he fell in a contemplative mood and his eyes darkened to the color of the sea in the late afternoon.
Aragorn found scraps of fish and gave them to the cat, who gladly gobbled them up, still purring. Aragorn stroked the cat's magnificently thick fur. "I could use the company," he said. "And you deserve far better than dungeon duty. Would you not keep me company while my Frodo and Ellohir are gone?"
The cat's answer was to lick Aragorn's hand with his rough tongue.
Aragorn named the cat Astor, and from then on, even after Frodo and Ellohir returned, they were often seen together, even during official business. And while Astor in time came to tolerate Frodo and Ellohir, he slept only on Aragorn's side of the bed and only allowed Aragorn to pet his furry tummy.
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Date: 2012-03-03 01:46 am (UTC)