For Arwen

Aragorn rolled the toothpick in his mouth. He reached up to twirl it between his lips, pulled it out and examined it before he dropped it in the can.

He pulled his feet off the desk, letting the front legs of his chair hit the floor with a thump, then stood and walked over to stare out the window. He hadn't seen Elrond this mad since… well… ever.

Aragorn turned away from the window. "King of Gondor?"

Elrond nodded. "And Arnor." Rage radiated from him in spite of the deceptively calm exterior.

King of all the known world.

"No Problem."