Talk about something you inherited
Aragorn always wondered how it can be that the ring fits him perfectly, like it did fit his father, and his grandfather before him, and a long long line of forefathers before them both.
The Ring of Barahir...
The two serpent heads eye each other evilly. Or is it that they glare at the green emerald stone embedded between them, the green so reminiscent of Boromir's eyes.. What would the two serpents do, if the green stone were not cast between them, keeping them away from each other?
Aragorn remembers Arwen closing her fingers over the ring, as if to lock it in place, fuse it with Aragorn's flesh, where it belonged.
But he also remembers Boromir twisting the ring around and around the ranger's finger, as it to make sure it really fit there, it really belonged there. And he also remembers the exquisite moment when Boromir kissed the ring and everything changed between them.
The Ring of Barahir...
The two serpent heads eye each other evilly. Or is it that they glare at the green emerald stone embedded between them, the green so reminiscent of Boromir's eyes.. What would the two serpents do, if the green stone were not cast between them, keeping them away from each other?
Aragorn remembers Arwen closing her fingers over the ring, as if to lock it in place, fuse it with Aragorn's flesh, where it belonged.
But he also remembers Boromir twisting the ring around and around the ranger's finger, as it to make sure it really fit there, it really belonged there. And he also remembers the exquisite moment when Boromir kissed the ring and everything changed between them.