[03:Voice] A need to restore the light that seems to gently fade away.

[thirtyninthheir]

[Private ((or as locked as he can get it to Valeria and Tifa, he needs womanly advice, it probably wouldn't be hard if others wanted to poke him with suggestions, meaning feel free to do so.))]Pardon me, Valeria or Tifa, you are the only women I've come to know well here through the watch and I must ask a favor of you. There is a light within a

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[forhyrule]

[ Zelda will have to show you how to make a proper filter, Aragorn. ]

Pardon the intrusion, My Lord, but allow me to offer a suggestion. There is a copse of Rowan trees to the forest in the west, across the river. Perhaps yourself and your lady may find a bit of solace there.

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[thirtyninthheir]

[Yes, he still needs some work on this private thing he realizes as a voice that is neither of the ones he expected comes through upon the private matter. He plays it off rather well though, acting as if he's not entirely surprised.]

It seems I am still struggling with this thing. A copse of Rowan tress you say Mi'lady, I think this may be a wonderful idea, she is very much a woman who loves nature.

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[forhyrule]

[ She normally doesn't snoop, buuuut sometimes her curiosity is just too much. ]

I hope that she will find the Rowan suitable, then. Despite the dangers of the forest, some prefer it to the village. [ Some, like her adoptive brother. ]

[ A pause, then. ] I do not believe we have met. I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule.

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[thirtyninthheir]

Everywhere there is danger, even here in the village sometimes one must seek the solitude the forest has to offer. Your suggestions is greatly appreciated, I am certain see will enjoy the place as much as you seem too.

It is a pleasure your Highness, I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnadan, the heir of Isildur Elendil's son of Gondor.

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[north_skie]

You got a whetstone? [Speaks the grumpy young voice that came to you a while back. He doesn't need it that badly, he just wants an excuse to talk to you Aragorn]

[voice]

[thirtyninthheir]

[There is a smile that comes across in his voice, he remembers this voice and is glad to find the young man still doing well.]

Not in my possession, but I am certain if you'd like to meet me near the forge I can find you one.

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[rattrash]

Oh! Hi um... Well, I don't think we've met so... Um... Hi. I'm Trash, well, Theadore, but it's Trash, if you don't mind.

Um... Yeah. Sorry I'm no good at introductions.

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[thirtyninthheir]

[Aragorn chuckles at the enthusiastic if frazzled speaker coming through his device.]

We certainly haven't met that I recall, so I will bid you well meet Trash, you may cal me Aragorn.

[Private]

[sidherioghnach]

[This reply is sent only to Aragorn. Anyone who hacks it will hear nothing but birdsong and bee-buzz.

Indeed, for a while, that might be all Aragorn will hear. Eventually, however, a soft sigh is heard, a rustle of armour, and a handsome, accented voices speaks.]

There is one place I ken, m'lord.

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[thirtyninthheir]

[For a moment he stares at the device in his hand, such lovely sounds of nature they are almost soothing but he wonders where they are coming from till that voice comes through.

He is left to pause, curious as to whom the speaker might be.]

I welcome your suggestion stranger, but might I receive your name as well?

[Private]

[sidherioghnach]

[There is another stretch of silence on the speaker's part.

Eventually:]

Tam Lin would be my name.

[Private]

[thirtyninthheir]

[That name, does he know it? Not that he can remember and yet he still has to pause to wonder. Finally his own name is offered, curiosity clear in his voice.]

I am the one they call Aragorn.