Before the fly had even hit the water, it was snatched up by a fat trout. The line went suddenly taut as silver scales disappeared into the water.
He pulled the fish in and let it flop on the bank while he retrieved his basket. He wondered if anyone had yet noticed he was gone.
Too many new responsibilities had driven him out here, where he fished in the new light of dawn. Too many changes to get used to. Newly married and tied to one place...
He knew he would have to enjoy these little excursions while they lasted. Counsellors and Lords would be horrified when they discovered Elessar Telcontar was spending his mornings fishing in the Anduin. It was so...common.
He sighed and cast the line back into the river. He loved his wife. He loved his people. But often he longed to be plain Strider again.
