March 1, 2012
happy birthday, strider
dear aragorn (or strider or elessar, whatever you prefer to be called at this point. you have a lot of names.)
first of all, i want to say that you are pretty awesome. in fact, if i didn't love samwise and peregrin and meriadoc so much, you'd be my favorite. but you're cool with that, aren't you? they're friends of yours.
just today i watched you at the black gate. now that is the best. you were pretty amazing there! (course, you're amazing everywhere.) every time they showed you i was like, "yes!"
i liked reading about you in the books. you always seemed to know what to do. also, i think it's pretty cool that you can speak elvish. (i mean, who wouldn't want to be able to speak sindarin on-demand?) i also think it's pretty cool that you got to marry arwen. (that elrond is pretty hard to persuade.)
i love how you decided to protect the hobbits from bree on. i'm glad, too, because if one of them had died i would have cried myself to death. i love how when frodo and sam left the company you didn't just shrug your shoulders and head for minas tirith. no, you decided to track merry & pippin even though it would be pretty much impossible for a man, an elf, and a dwarf to track down a pack of uruk-hai by themselves. i can't decide if you were better during helm's deep or pellenor fields - but probably pellenor. i mean, it's not every day the heir of elendil shows up with the sword that was reforged to summon an army from the dead.
today is your birthday, though i can't count how up to how old you would be this year. i'm sure you're still considered a hero of literature. and though the days of middle-earth are past, there are still some people - like me, hannah, and ellie - who remember you and will take take the time to say happy birthday.
so - haps, bro.
abbie /// xoxox