[As kind as the ranger genuinely is, it isn't sympathy he offers here; it's truth, plain and simple, and whether Bilbo fully realizes what he's made of, there's no denying the strength that emanates from him underneath the many layers of uncertainty that seems to plague him. He doubts himself, and it's a territory Aragorn knows all too well. He understands, really. One's might may lay dormant for quite a while before emerging, but it is always there, only waiting for an opportunity to come forth. Bilbo will find his own in due time, and Aragorn acknowledges his obstinacy with a slight nod, his smile fading into a polite, pleasant expression.]
Danger is rarely sought after, Master Hobbit. [Anticipated, yes, but never pursued. Only fools chase after it, and Bilbo is no lout. He tilts his head towards him, considering him.] But it has a mind of its own, finding you when you least expect it. [No matter how hard one tries to avoid it. No one's immune, no one is safe, and if Aragorn doesn't know all the exploits the hobbit's accomplished, he knows enough to claim that he's lived, even through darker days.
He averts his gaze for a brief moment of silence, face upward; the sun's crested the sky and he absentmindedly wonders if his people back home can gaze upon the same sight. It causes his brow to twitch and the corner of his lips to twist, and he blinks to keep his eyes from growing dim. It is no time for desolation and he forces a light breath out of his nose, shaking his head in amused reassurance.] You have faced it many times, with great courage. [His gaze falls upon him, fully, and there's not a single sign of doubt in his expression.] Your tales will not be forgotten.
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[As kind as the ranger genuinely is, it isn't sympathy he offers here; it's truth, plain and simple, and whether Bilbo fully realizes what he's made of, there's no denying the strength that emanates from him underneath the many layers of uncertainty that seems to plague him. He doubts himself, and it's a territory Aragorn knows all too well. He understands, really. One's might may lay dormant for quite a while before emerging, but it is always there, only waiting for an opportunity to come forth. Bilbo will find his own in due time, and Aragorn acknowledges his obstinacy with a slight nod, his smile fading into a polite, pleasant expression.]
Danger is rarely sought after, Master Hobbit. [Anticipated, yes, but never pursued. Only fools chase after it, and Bilbo is no lout. He tilts his head towards him, considering him.] But it has a mind of its own, finding you when you least expect it. [No matter how hard one tries to avoid it. No one's immune, no one is safe, and if Aragorn doesn't know all the exploits the hobbit's accomplished, he knows enough to claim that he's lived, even through darker days.
He averts his gaze for a brief moment of silence, face upward; the sun's crested the sky and he absentmindedly wonders if his people back home can gaze upon the same sight. It causes his brow to twitch and the corner of his lips to twist, and he blinks to keep his eyes from growing dim. It is no time for desolation and he forces a light breath out of his nose, shaking his head in amused reassurance.] You have faced it many times, with great courage. [His gaze falls upon him, fully, and there's not a single sign of doubt in his expression.] Your tales will not be forgotten.