icon by annwyn55.
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The days were shortening, the leaves slowly turning red and gold.
He used to dread these days, heralding the hardship of a long northern winter.
No longer did his spirits fall with the tumbling leaves. Cold nights could be spent around the hearth with his wife and children and the convivial company of friends like Faramir.
Sometimes on summer days, he lamented his loss of freedom to wander in the wilds, feeling sun upon his skin and the wind wild in his hair.
Curled on cold nights in his wife’s warm embrace, Aragorn counted the advantages of hearth and home.
A/N Following Hobbit tradition, this drabble is a gift for all my friends here on LJ.
Accepted at HASA September 28th