Aragorn’s assumption to King of Gondor was wonderful at first. But the lustre quickly dimmed.
For much of his life, Strider (as he was known in the north) had lived a relatively solitary existence. Now he couldn’t go anywhere without a security detail. Gone was the fresh air of the wilderness. Now, the smoke of every single fire in the city below engulfed the castle. He couldn’t even exercise to stay lean and svelte - no one dared to cross swords with him.
Aside from defeating Sauron, what had he done with his life? Nothing that required the suffocation of kingship.
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