I wrote this fic several years ago after
ja_is_my_muse , during one of our many long LOTR discussions, wondered whether Aragorn was an 88-year-old virgin. I was intrigued. The guy seems pretty chaste, but 88 years is a LONG time and you have to imagine that Éowyn wasn't the first beautiful woman to throw herself at him. After giving it a lot of thought, I decided he probably wasn't, and ended up turning my imaginings into a series of stories. But more than that, it became was an excuse to delve more deeply into the everyday lives of the women of Middle-earth, who were given rather short shrift by Tolkien.
( She wondered what griefs were being brought to her door this time )
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( She wondered what griefs were being brought to her door this time )