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Summary – parts of the fellowship no one ever knew existed!
Hobbit Stew
Chapter 1 – Twenty Questions
Please note – This fic has not been beta-ed!
The sun had just risen over the rise of mountains that bordered Imaldris; many different sorts of birds were singing and sometimes Legolas would point a single bird out to the young Hobbits and tell them what the bird was and what his song meant. The grass was damp from the dew of night, and Aragorn breathed in deeply of the air – Imaldris had always been home and it always would be. He didn't think that he could call Gondor home.
"Aragorn?"
"Yes, Pippin?"
"How'd you get so tall?"
"What?"
"You heard me!"
"So I did, but what has brought on that sort of questioning?"
"You're so tall!"
"I grew up,"
"Ah, so you're older than thirty-three?"
"Maybe,"
"Are you older than thirty-five?"
"Sort of,"
"Are you older than Gandalf?"
"Of course not, I'm also not as wise as Gandalf," Aragorn said, looking back towards the wizard who gave him a raised eyebrow that reminded Aragorn of his father when in a bad mood.
"Why not?"
"Because I was born late in the age of Arda,"
"How late?"
"Very late,"
"That isn't an answer!"
"And your point is?"
"Aragorn, why do you have a beard?"
"Why do you ask such questions?"
"Because I am a curious Hobbit," Pippin replied with an air of dignity. Aragorn heard the distinct sound of Elf and Dwarf snickering in the background. The only other human of the group was chuckling, loudly.
"So, why don't you shave off your beard?" Pippin asked, not noticing the laughter.
"Because I like it,"
"So, you'd rather be a straggly Ranger than a Lord?'
"Yes," Aragorn replied with a sigh and rolls of his eyes. He wondered if he asked such questions when he was a child. Then he wondered what those questions were and if any of them were more important than if he grew a beard or not. In fact, he did remember asking his father why elves had pointed ears in the first place.
"What are you thinking?" Pippin asked.
"Oh, nothing important," Aragorn shrugged.
"It has to be if you didn't bother to answer my last question!"
"I just did!"
"No you didn't! I asked you if you were day dreaming about Lady Arwen!"
"Arwen…." Aragorn wished he could strangle the Hobbit!
"Don't look at me that way! I know you L-O-V-E her!"
"Pippin, if you don't stop bothering me about it…I'll strangle you and put you into some tasty Hobbit stew," Aragorn groused. Pippin swallowed hard and even though he still walked beside the man, he didn't say a word.
However, by the end of this conversation, the seven others of the fellowship were laughing their heads off. Aragorn turned and gave them all a look, but this sent them tumbling to the ground (All but Gandalf). Needless to say, The Fellowship did not move on for close to a quarter of an hour. Which put Aragorn into a decidedly bad mood…
A/N – There may be more if I can come up with some good scenes.