Aragorn, now the revered King Elessar of Gondor, sat upon his majestic throne in the grand hall of Minas Tirith. The evening sun cast a golden hue upon the white stone walls, illuminating the intricate tapestries that told tales of valor and sacrifice. His mind, usually serene and focused, was troubled today. He awaited the return of his son, Eldarion, who had been away on a diplomatic mission to the northern realms.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and Eldarion, tall and resolute, strode into the hall. His face, however, bore a scowl of frustration and anger. Aragorn’s eyes narrowed as he observed his son's demeanor.

"Eldarion, my son, what troubles you so?" Aragorn’s voice, though calm, carried the weight of authority.