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A/N: - Stag nights may have not been invented, but the males thought they had better celebrate Legolas' last night as being unattached anyway.
Going Stag- chp1.
Airy thoughts.
After lying to map carefully on the strong oaken table, Aragorn stepped back and told Legolas to pick.
Pulling his clean finger into the air, spinning it around a bit and finally slamming it on the table, the elf exclaimed, "Here!"
Elrohir removed the mans blind fold; this showed Legolas he had chosen- Lorien.
"Oh Valar, why Lorien of all places!" he whined. Aragorn smirked behind his hand, compared to Elrohir who was practically falling over himself with laughter. Wild fun? Dancing women? Drinking games? How could these come about in the golden woods with Galadriel of all elves living there!"
"Let me do it again!" he yelled. Pulling the map swiftly away, Elladan laughed deeply, "I desired to, but the Valar have decided" At this Elrohir doubled over. Luckily a woman entered the sheltered garden and made them all act a bit more manly (Since Legolas was grabbing for the map that Elladan was holding above his head).
"For goodness sakes! What do you four look like exactly?" she snapped fiercely. Legolas nearly fell over himself when he saw her. Arire was standing in the doorway of the outdoor hut that the "boys" were in with both hands resting on both hips and an impatient look on her face.
Trying to soften the mood, Elrohir smoothly glided over to her and with his velvet voice he practically crooned, "Arire, where have you been for so long?" Any normally woman would be trembling at the knees to here the shadowed hair man talk to them like that, but Arire knew better.
Smiling cruelly she whispered, "Avoiding you"
Taking a drastic hit in the pride area, Elrohir retreated wonder when the elf was going to wake up and realise how madly in love with him she was. The other men laughed at him, he never really did take rejection terrifically.
"So where is the little celebration being held?" she asked taking the map out of Elrohir's hand stealthily. Legolas was almost too ashamed to say, the female elf before him had quite the wild reputation as being a bit of a loose cannon, he would never live it down.
"Well . . . Err" he stuttered, "It. . . It hasn't been decided yet"
Seeing straight through him, Arire turned to the blond elf shying away in the corner, "Where's it being held, Elladan? Don't tell me he picked the shire or worse . . . The mines of Moria . . . Or possibly the summit of any random high mountain?" Practically melting at her hard gaze and sharp question, Elladan muttered, "Lorien"
That was it. If Legolas felt as if his ego had been marched up a mountain and rolled down it before, it now felt ten times worse. The young girl fell to the floor in laughter. Using the door frame of the lofty hut in the gardens of Rivendell, shaded beneath large and bright trees, to prop herself up, she managed to spit out, "What fun we shall have there!"
"It will be unbelievably wild and exciting!" retorted the prince defensively.
"Clearly you've never stumbled into Mordor on a Friday night then!" she laughed back at him. Legolas had had enough and pushed past the muddy young girl and back to the last homely house.
The laughter began to die as he left, "Oh Valar, what have I said now?"
Huffing up the stairs to his bedroom, the ranger slumped over the balcony; the laughter had ceased, which made him feel slightly better. Taking off his beaten cloak and folding it over one of the posters on his bed, he fell heavily onto a chair. Why couldn't he be just as tough as Arire in those situations?
Aragorn had met Arire when she was in her late teens; she preferred to say very little about her life and past. They had hunted orc together, camped beneath the stars and Aragorn even had the privilege of seeing her home. She was still young, but being an elf it didn't matter about her age; though at 29, Elrond insisted on calling her "child", which he would reconsider having seen her sword fighting.
Glancing lazily over his hand crafted balcony he watched and listened as the other hung on her every word,
". . . there were five of them. The biggest and ugliest excuses for orc's I'd ever seen. It took me 12 minutes with the first, 6 the next, then 7, then 8, followed finally by 9 minutes before I floored the last one. I really don't know how I did it. The other orc backed off when they saw me do that in one night. I can't believe I got them one after the other. Safe to say it's good to be an elf, my wine capacity is so much higher, but it still took a lot to drink them off the table . . ." Her antics from the previous night, thought Legolas. Though he didn't know her quite as personally as the ranger, he had also spent a great deal of time with her. She was remarkably tough and rough and made other elven girl scowl at her and equally admire her. Most men reacted the same, though some, such as Elladan fell hopelessly for her, luckily enough they were few since most men saw her as there respected equal.
"So how exactly can we make this a night to remember?" Legolas is hardly like you and I" the mirkwood prince heard the young female voice say.
Aragorns gruff yet thoughtful voice responded, "I have no idea"
A few moments of silence pursued before an idea sprung upon Arire, her snowy hand (with mud splattered on it, you couldn't ride through rain for a day and a half on horse back and avoid that), "I have it!"
"You know you are no longer permitted to enter him in card games, Liran forbids it" protested Elrohir moodily, this fact greatly disappointed him, Legolas had once managed to win him a farm house, several women, a bedroom in the inn they played at, a stallion horse and a full round of drinks- the elf was gifted!
Though this news always annoyed her, it wasn't what she had in mind.
"I have a plan but Legolas mustn't know any of it" she then turned her head and shouted over to a balcony, "SO I SHALL TELL YOU SOME WHERE THAT HE DOES NOT EAVESDROP"
Feeling himself bush as furiously, Legolas put his head back into his bedroom, how did she do that?
A/N: - So who is Liran? Why is Arire so mysterious? And what on earth could be more wild than drinking orcs to the floor on a Friday night in Mordor with the middle earth equivalent of moonshine?
A/N: - Stag nights may have not been invented, but the males thought they had better celebrate Legolas' last night as being unattached anyway.
Going Stag- chp1.
Airy thoughts.
After lying to map carefully on the strong oaken table, Aragorn stepped back and told Legolas to pick.
Pulling his clean finger into the air, spinning it around a bit and finally slamming it on the table, the elf exclaimed, "Here!"
Elrohir removed the mans blind fold; this showed Legolas he had chosen- Lorien.
"Oh Valar, why Lorien of all places!" he whined. Aragorn smirked behind his hand, compared to Elrohir who was practically falling over himself with laughter. Wild fun? Dancing women? Drinking games? How could these come about in the golden woods with Galadriel of all elves living there!"
"Let me do it again!" he yelled. Pulling the map swiftly away, Elladan laughed deeply, "I desired to, but the Valar have decided" At this Elrohir doubled over. Luckily a woman entered the sheltered garden and made them all act a bit more manly (Since Legolas was grabbing for the map that Elladan was holding above his head).
"For goodness sakes! What do you four look like exactly?" she snapped fiercely. Legolas nearly fell over himself when he saw her. Arire was standing in the doorway of the outdoor hut that the "boys" were in with both hands resting on both hips and an impatient look on her face.
Trying to soften the mood, Elrohir smoothly glided over to her and with his velvet voice he practically crooned, "Arire, where have you been for so long?" Any normally woman would be trembling at the knees to here the shadowed hair man talk to them like that, but Arire knew better.
Smiling cruelly she whispered, "Avoiding you"
Taking a drastic hit in the pride area, Elrohir retreated wonder when the elf was going to wake up and realise how madly in love with him she was. The other men laughed at him, he never really did take rejection terrifically.
"So where is the little celebration being held?" she asked taking the map out of Elrohir's hand stealthily. Legolas was almost too ashamed to say, the female elf before him had quite the wild reputation as being a bit of a loose cannon, he would never live it down.
"Well . . . Err" he stuttered, "It. . . It hasn't been decided yet"
Seeing straight through him, Arire turned to the blond elf shying away in the corner, "Where's it being held, Elladan? Don't tell me he picked the shire or worse . . . The mines of Moria . . . Or possibly the summit of any random high mountain?" Practically melting at her hard gaze and sharp question, Elladan muttered, "Lorien"
That was it. If Legolas felt as if his ego had been marched up a mountain and rolled down it before, it now felt ten times worse. The young girl fell to the floor in laughter. Using the door frame of the lofty hut in the gardens of Rivendell, shaded beneath large and bright trees, to prop herself up, she managed to spit out, "What fun we shall have there!"
"It will be unbelievably wild and exciting!" retorted the prince defensively.
"Clearly you've never stumbled into Mordor on a Friday night then!" she laughed back at him. Legolas had had enough and pushed past the muddy young girl and back to the last homely house.
The laughter began to die as he left, "Oh Valar, what have I said now?"
Huffing up the stairs to his bedroom, the ranger slumped over the balcony; the laughter had ceased, which made him feel slightly better. Taking off his beaten cloak and folding it over one of the posters on his bed, he fell heavily onto a chair. Why couldn't he be just as tough as Arire in those situations?
Aragorn had met Arire when she was in her late teens; she preferred to say very little about her life and past. They had hunted orc together, camped beneath the stars and Aragorn even had the privilege of seeing her home. She was still young, but being an elf it didn't matter about her age; though at 29, Elrond insisted on calling her "child", which he would reconsider having seen her sword fighting.
Glancing lazily over his hand crafted balcony he watched and listened as the other hung on her every word,
". . . there were five of them. The biggest and ugliest excuses for orc's I'd ever seen. It took me 12 minutes with the first, 6 the next, then 7, then 8, followed finally by 9 minutes before I floored the last one. I really don't know how I did it. The other orc backed off when they saw me do that in one night. I can't believe I got them one after the other. Safe to say it's good to be an elf, my wine capacity is so much higher, but it still took a lot to drink them off the table . . ." Her antics from the previous night, thought Legolas. Though he didn't know her quite as personally as the ranger, he had also spent a great deal of time with her. She was remarkably tough and rough and made other elven girl scowl at her and equally admire her. Most men reacted the same, though some, such as Elladan fell hopelessly for her, luckily enough they were few since most men saw her as there respected equal.
"So how exactly can we make this a night to remember?" Legolas is hardly like you and I" the mirkwood prince heard the young female voice say.
Aragorns gruff yet thoughtful voice responded, "I have no idea"
A few moments of silence pursued before an idea sprung upon Arire, her snowy hand (with mud splattered on it, you couldn't ride through rain for a day and a half on horse back and avoid that), "I have it!"
"You know you are no longer permitted to enter him in card games, Liran forbids it" protested Elrohir moodily, this fact greatly disappointed him, Legolas had once managed to win him a farm house, several women, a bedroom in the inn they played at, a stallion horse and a full round of drinks- the elf was gifted!
Though this news always annoyed her, it wasn't what she had in mind.
"I have a plan but Legolas mustn't know any of it" she then turned her head and shouted over to a balcony, "SO I SHALL TELL YOU SOME WHERE THAT HE DOES NOT EAVESDROP"
Feeling himself bush as furiously, Legolas put his head back into his bedroom, how did she do that?
A/N: - So who is Liran? Why is Arire so mysterious? And what on earth could be more wild than drinking orcs to the floor on a Friday night in Mordor with the middle earth equivalent of moonshine?