Work Text:
No was a magic word. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, was quite sure of that. When his Ada said no, everyone stopped, even Nana. If Aragorn could use it, maybe he could even stop Ada! Then Ada wouldn't leave, and Aragorn could play with him forever! He tried it the next morning, running over on his chubby little legs to where Ada was strapping on his sword belt. That always meant Ada was going. "No!" he demanded.
Arathorn laughed, the deep, full laugh like when he picked Aragorn up and swung him around the room. "Someone's learned a new word!" he said delightedly. He sat down on the bed, picking Aragorn up to sit on his knee. "What a smart boy I have."
Aragorn nestled against Arathorn, impressed with the power of his new word even as his Ada's unfamiliar words wrapped around him. His word was magic! Ada wasn't leaving!