Aragorn was in a state of awe after the coronation ceremony. He couldn’t believe that this was actually happening to him. He stared around at all the people who had come to see him. It was astonishing. He was their King and leader, the person whom they looked to for guidance. Aragorn hadn’t really been convinced yet that he could do this, but everyone assured him that he could, and that is would get gradually easier. He gave one last grateful wave toward the civilians, then turned and walked to the coronation feast.
As he entered the room, everyone rose off their chairs and bowed to him. To tell the truth, he felt slightly embarrassed. He gestured to them to sit down, as he did so himself. Everyone talked and drank merrily, until the night had grown late and dark. He got up wearily, and walked with Faramir down the corridors until they had to part ways, Faramir to the steward’s quarters, and Aragorn to his slight surprise, the King’s Suite. He didn’t really know where to go, and had to stop a young maiden bustling down the hall to tell him which way to go.
When he finally found his room, he stood at the door in a slight state of amazement. He couldn’t believe that he was really in front of the door that his ancestors opened every night to rest themselves. He was going to be residing in the same place that several of the best kings of all time had lived. Perhaps someday he would be looked back on as a good king. He placed his hand of the door handle, then hesitated and removed it. He told himself in his head “You can’t do this all night.” Finally, after a few more moments of consideration his pushed open the door.
The interior of the suite was more incredible than Aragorn could ever imagine. There were memoirs of future kings lining the room, and beautiful, ancient paintings on the surrounding walls. In the middle of the room was a grand, four-poster bead. The oak wood of the bed was inscribed with gold and silver Gondorian symbols. The sheets were a luxurious gold color, and covered with fluffy pillows and a large, supple, richly embroidered comforter. Aragorn walked past the bed and entered a large study complete with every book middle earth could offer and a handsome cherry wood desk. He saw a pair of iron French doors across the wooden hall that lead to a large balcony, and decided to have a look at the beautiful night sky.
As Aragorn walked out the doors, his lungs filled with the fresh night air. He walked over to the iron railing and leaned upon it as he looked out across the city. Not many lanterns where lit, and the city was illuminated by the full, silver moon. He stood there for a while pondering how his life would change and looking forward to the times ahead. Aragorn yawned and thought that it must nearly be dawn, and decided he needed some sleep after an eventful day. As he climbed into the snug bed and turned out the light he thought to himself, “It’s good to be King.”