I adore this pairing. It seems sort of utterly right (once you figure out how to get them into each other's stories). And this was lovely.

"'What's this, then?' he murmured, in that strange, foreign tongue. Aragorn just smiled weakly. Richard reached out strong arms and drew Aragorn into a warm embrace, hushing and shushing him, as the hot sun fell on them in the cool afternoon breeze and Aragorn mourned things lost and clung to things found."

*loves*