Imminent Doom
I was running. Just a few more steps and I would be in the woods. Nothing could catch me there. I would be safe…
But it was not to be. I felt a hand on me knees, toppling me and something heavy on my back. My hands were bound and I was dragged back from whence I had come. My doom was eminent. I did not struggle.
Eventually, my captors and I came to a small wooden door. Two pairs of hands gripped my arms, and I was hauled through the entry way to my end. A hooded stood in the warm, steamy, grapefruit scented room. Dimly, I wondered how it could be wearing a hood in such a warm place, but thoughts such as this were pushed from my mind as one of my captors began to remove the layers from my upper body. I did not struggle. My doom was imminent.
Then, the hooded figure spoke. "Estel," it said.
I screamed as the first show of my terror. The jailer on my left laughed. It was a cold, heartless noise. The hooded figure silenced him with a glare. "Estel," it said again.
The terror took me, and I closed my eyes on the scene before me. Still, the voice penetrated. "Estel, why must we do this every time? Your brothers have better things to do than hunt you down-
"Actually, we don't." said the guard on my right.
"Shut up, Elrohir." Said the one on my left
"And it must be rather painful to be tackled into the gravel. You're thirty-five, I shouldn't have to hound you like this to get you to bathe."
"But Ada!" I cried, "You'll make me loose my manly scent."
Elrond frowned, and tightened his cloak. "Put him into the tub. And don't let him splash so much this time. I need my clothes to stay dry. My brothers grinned identical grins, and hoisted me into the tub. My imminent doom was hot and soapy.
It's me again. I was bored. So I wrote a fic pertaining to the way Aragorn looks in the movie.