Aragorn’s Vacation

The sun shines down,

Hot as myself.

I lie on a beach

With a dwarf and an elf.

My shining armor

Makes Gondor girls swoon.

It’s been a long, happy day

And it’s only noon.

Somewhere near Mordor

They’re killing the ring

And I’m just here like,

“I should be king.”

Sometimes I think

I should go help them out,

But Gollum’s got that covered,

Without a doubt.

So I sip margaritas

And smile a bit wider.

Someone calls me “sir.”

I say “please, call me Strider.”

But as the days pass

I grow somewhat bored.

When will they be finished

Reforging my sword?

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