Roland had never intended to follow the course of history. If he truly followed history, part of the Lagrange Kingdom's territory would fall under Aragorn's legitimate claim. Although after the War of the One Ring, Aragorn, as a wise and benevolent king, would certainly give that land to Roland, just as Gondor's former kings had granted land to Rohan, that was not what Roland wanted.
It might have been a double standard, but Roland did not want his subordinates playing the game of "the strongest army claims the throne," which did not mean he would not play it himself... One look at the map made it obvious what all of Roland's arrangements were for. Though Roland was a political novice, he was acutely aware of how precious Earth's legacy was! History had taught them that two neighboring world powers could not coexist on the same continent! The rise of one would inevitably be accompanied by the decline of the other, or else there would be nothing but endless war!
But did anyone expect Roland to bow his head to Aragorn? Pah! Was Roland not about to put on a performance of Han warriors leaving home to crush the remnants of evil in the northeast? The moment the War of the One Ring ended, Roland would promote Aragorn's coalition army right on the front lines! What status did Aragorn have that warranted the Dragon God's descendant, the Empire Dragon Emperor, bowing to him? Because of that not-so-thin bloodline?
"Develop quietly. Don't be flashy!" Roland waved his hand. If the constant increase in his high-end combat strength had made him swell with confidence some time ago, then Frost Dragon King Asata's final words had been enough to make cold sweat pour down his back! Middle-earth was a grand stage—if you had what