You know what? I'm going to make this a proper oneshot at some point. At the very least it needs to be a drabble. But in the meantime, more continuation...
The wizard seemed to notice his apparent bewilderment, and tried to clarify, "The Heirs of Isildur is a general term for your line, a bloodline of Kings, of the race of Númenor. I knew well one of the greatest, Aragorn Elessar, several -I can't remember exactly how many; I haven't been keeping proper count- Ages of the Sun ago."
The young King looked dumbfounded, "Umm, Merlin, how long have you been alive?"
Oh, I love making Merlin confuse Arthur! I've just discovered a new favorite pastime! I do feel just the tiniest bit sorry for him, though; what with Mithrandir heaping all that new information on him in one go. My Olórin needs to relearn tact.
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The wizard seemed to notice his apparent bewilderment, and tried to clarify, "The Heirs of Isildur is a general term for your line, a bloodline of Kings, of the race of Númenor. I knew well one of the greatest, Aragorn Elessar, several -I can't remember exactly how many; I haven't been keeping proper count- Ages of the Sun ago."
The young King looked dumbfounded, "Umm, Merlin, how long have you been alive?"
Oh, I love making Merlin confuse Arthur! I've just discovered a new favorite pastime! I do feel just the tiniest bit sorry for him, though; what with Mithrandir heaping all that new information on him in one go. My Olórin needs to relearn tact.