really cannot imagine aragorn, mr im gonna live in the forest alone for several years and no one better talk to me, living in a stone gd city. wtf is he gonna do there. go to dinners?? talk to nobles?? i give it a month before arwen comes into the throne room to find a literal forest growing with aragorn sitting cross-legged smack in the middle of the floor cooking a rabbit. and then he looks up and says ‘do u like it? gandalf helped :)’ and arwen has to decide how shes going to tell their son his father is a fuckin ent. and nvm the fucking clothes. i am convinced he wore the same gd cloak to war with thengel as he did riding to war with theoden six (6) decades later. someone’s gonna give him a new shirt and hes not gonna have a fuckin clue what to do with it. ‘king of gondor’ gimme a break this is Bog Man ur talking about here
