After about a week later in Gondor, Aragorn was doing a lot better. He had his own room now instead of being in the healing room where anybody could go. Merry and Pippin had their own room as well and it was close to Aragorn's. Pippin's cold was gone and he was back to normal except for his hand that still held the black glove over it. Merry and Pippin mainly stayed in their room, but sometimes they would walk around. Merry could only walk a little, but preferred not to.

Aragorn was also moving around a lot more and hadn't seen Boromir or Denathor since that night of the attack. He walked down the stairs that where right outside of his room and once he was down, he found a room with bed supplies in it. Aragorn grabbed two new blankets for his bed and then headed back up the flight of stairs that lead to his room. He opened his bedroom door and was shocked to see somebody standing in it. Denathor.

Instead of turning around and walking the other way, Aragorn walked in slowly and watched Denathor turn around to face him.

"Thank you for this room, Steward," Aragorn said trying to be respectful.

Denathor ignored this and said,

"I see you are doing better,"

"Indeed, a little," Aragorn responded as he placed the blankets on his bed.

He took off the old blankets using mostly his left arm since this right shoulder hurt a lot from when Denathor had stabbed it. Aragorn had a tightly wrapped bandage around his shoulder and upper arm so it was hard to move it anyway. It felt strange to Aragorn that Denathor was watching his every move.

"Have you seen Boromir?" Denathor eventually asked.

Aragorn shook his head as he kept working on his bed. A pillow fell off the bed and landed right at Denathor's feet. Aragorn looked at the pillow and then up to Denathor who was still staring at him awkwardly. Aragorn walked over to the pillow and leaned down to pick it up. Before he could come back up however, Denathor placed a small knife to his throat. Aragorn dropped the pillow and immediately backed up.

"What do you want?" Aragorn asked.

Denathor stepped towards him with his knife still in hand. Aragorn walked calmly to the door, but Denathor slammed it in front of him and blocked him from getting out. Denathor grabbed him before he could get away and pinned him to the wall.

Aragorn again repeated himself,

"What do you want?"

Denathor placed his knife to Aragorn's chest and he could feel the sharpness of it graze his skin due to the thin shirt he was still wearing. Aragorn grabbed the hand Denathor held the knife in and pushed it away. He twisted out of Denathor's grip at the same time and spun out from the wall.

Denathor growled and said,

"I've already told you, I want you dead," Denathor said stepping closer to Aragorn again, "But not yet,"

Aragorn looked at him confused.

"I have come to invite you to dinner tonight,"

This puzzled Aragorn, but he continued to listen. Denathor continued,

"A big feast. You, me, and the rest of your companions,"

He must have been done talking because now Denathor was just starring at Aragorn again waiting for a response. Aragorn looked at him confused thinking this was some sort of joke. He eventually responded with,

"Thank you. That is very thoughtful of you. I will think about it some more,"

Denathor stepped back and nodded. Aragorn moved to the side of Denathor where the door was and slightly bowed a little. Then Aragorn stepped past Denathor and opened his door and went out. He wasn't sure whether or not Denathor followed him or not, he just needed some fresh air. He walked up many stairs and finally found himself outside.

He walked past the White Tree of Gondor and pushed past the guards that tried to stop him. He stopped as soon as he got to the very top of Minas Tirith. Aragorn looked out onto Mordor which was about a hundred miles away. He watched the storm above Mordor and the smoke that whirled around above. He stayed there for many hours wondering if Frodo had made it there safe.

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It was soon turning dark outside and Aragorn turned around as he heard his name being called. It was Boromir.

"Aragorn, how are you feeling?" he asked, "I've been looking all over for you,"

"I feel better, thank you," Aragorn replied.

"Would you like to come to the throne room? Everybody else has agreed to the feast," Boromir said.

"I'd like that, thank you," Aragorn said.

Then they both walked past the Tree of Gondor and into the throne room. There was a large table set up with a variety of all different kinds of foods all over it. Denathor sat at one of the heads of the table and Boromir sat down in the other head spot. There were three extra seats on each side of the table and Aragorn sat in the empty chair. He was in-between Gandalf and Denathor.

"Ah, Strider! Glad you could make it," Denathor said as he put some meat and fruit onto his plate.

'I'm honored," Aragorn said quietly trying to be polite.

"Everybody may begin!" Denathor announced.

A/N: I hate Denathor... that's all i have to say...