In response to the suggestion that Aragorn's libido must have been curiously suppressed to endure all those decades wandering around with only intermittent Arwen-snugglies to tide it over, the following evil inspiration struck:
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Being a very proper late Victorian/Edwardian gentleman, Tolkien rightly passed over all rumor of certain disreputable shenanigans, but truth is, those who knew ol' "Easy Estel" back in the day used to marvel at how he seemingly had a local lovely tucked away in every little hamlet from Eriador to Near Harad. Yup. Why, that old line of foofaw about Thorongil lightin' out from Pelargir so as not to return and contend with an ascendant Denethor was a gussied up revision stuck in purely to burnish the Great Man's rep with his new subjects. Fact of the matter is, a certain little lass o' Lossarnach was gettin' just a trifle importunate in her demands, and Mr. Starry Eagle judged it the better part of wisdom to make himself scarce for a decade or three.
And let's not even go into the real subject matter of a few of those heart-to-hearts between Master Elrond and Our Man Strider. Best authority has it that at whiles, raised voices might be heard disturbing the tranquil calm of Rivendell with phrases like "poxy damned libertine," "if you think you're getting your lecherous mitts on my daughter's goodies," and "impertinent puppy, learn to keep it in your pants, Valar blast you!".
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