He could stand, if he wished, dry and warm, and watch the rain or snow.  No more rough clothing worn ragged with months of travel—he was a king now, dressed in velvets and silks.  But, still he missed the seasons stirring around him.  Aragorn wished for a task that needed no diplomatic thought.  He wanted action, battle, a challenge.  He longed for the quiet days of a Ranger, spent alone. Now servants and nobles alike eyed his every move, eagerly following to see if they would be granted favor or spurned.  His son wanted adventure and so did he