With a Little Help from my Friends
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (sniff) All characters belong to Tolkein. I do not get any money for my work. These stories are here for enjoyment purposes only.
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Aragorn had always found it hard to make friends his own age. That was why he found himself hanging around with a group of hobbits in the year below him. He couldn't explain the difficulty in making friends, he just knew it was a problem. Even When he made friends they inevitably turned out to be weird. 'No one could count the hobbits as normal' he thought. He kicked a pebble at his feet. His life, in no uncertain terms, sucked. Year11 and he still walked to school alone.
"Aragorn! Oh, Ari!" a voice called from across the road. He looked across. Arwen and Eowen, girls in his form, were standing with a group of friends, giggling and waving. They were the 'Popular' gang. He could never understand why girls found him attractive, if they actually did, and boys saw him as a sissy. More over, he couldn't understand why he didn't find the girls attractive. That was a major problem. Especially as the year 11 ball was close. Closer than close. Two days time actually. A Friday. And didn't it happen to be the thirteenth? Typical. Of course, he didn't have a date. That was another thing he didn't get. Although the girls flirted, they always had someone else to go to the dances with. On the odd occasion that he did ask a girl for a date (it had happened twice in his five years in comprehensive) they were always busy. When, at the last disco, he had asked Arwen to dance, she had laughed histericaly and walked away, muttering something about an 'obvious "quality" that he had'. He shook his head and picked up his pace. He'd ask Frodo, one of his hobbit friends, if he could fix him up with someone.
Samwise Gamgee sat at the top of the ramp. It was know among his friends, that if you sat at the top of the ramp, you were the most popular of all the people sitting on it. But of course, it was just a load of codswallop that they'd made up. And no one else was sitting on it. All his friends met at The Ramp at lunch time. He, Frodo, Pippin, Merry and Aragorn, always ate together. Frodo, Pippin and Merry were always late. Aragorn strode round the corner. Sam's eyes locked on him. Sam had known for a long time that he was bent, and that he was totally gone on Aragorn. His friends knew it too. Except Aragorn. He also knew that Aragorn was bent. The thing was, Aragorn didn't. It was blatantly obvious. He had that 'quality'. The whole school knew it. But know one said anything. Sam laughed. I mean, how do you tell someone that they're gay? Sam heard laughter behind him.
"Ooh look, Sam's swooning over Aragorn again!" teased Merry.
"Leave him alone," Frodo said.
"Whats bitten you Fro?" questioned Pippin. "You're pissed off all of a sudden.
"Talking about pissed off" hooted Merry, "Whats bitten Aragorn?" Aragorn looked up.
"Hello to you too. And im not 'pissed off' as you said, im mearly perplexed."
"Ooh would you listen to that, mearly perplexed!" Merry saw Aragorns face and stopped. "Im sorry Ari, really I am. Ignore me, im a doofus, you know I am. Whats bugging you man?"
"Do you think I have a 'quality'?" He asked. Frodo gulped.
"Well uh, um, im not sure, I uh....."
Pippin smiled. "What Frodo is trying to say, my dear friend, is that we dont know, but we certainly intend to find out,"
"And how are you going to do that, my small, hobbity friend?"
"Do you have a date for the dance?"
"No,"
"Then allow us to find one for you," and Pippin and Merry grinned mischievously.......
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters (sniff) All characters belong to Tolkein. I do not get any money for my work. These stories are here for enjoyment purposes only.
Reviews?: Yes please! Any feedback or suggestions are greatly appreciated.
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Aragorn had always found it hard to make friends his own age. That was why he found himself hanging around with a group of hobbits in the year below him. He couldn't explain the difficulty in making friends, he just knew it was a problem. Even When he made friends they inevitably turned out to be weird. 'No one could count the hobbits as normal' he thought. He kicked a pebble at his feet. His life, in no uncertain terms, sucked. Year11 and he still walked to school alone.
"Aragorn! Oh, Ari!" a voice called from across the road. He looked across. Arwen and Eowen, girls in his form, were standing with a group of friends, giggling and waving. They were the 'Popular' gang. He could never understand why girls found him attractive, if they actually did, and boys saw him as a sissy. More over, he couldn't understand why he didn't find the girls attractive. That was a major problem. Especially as the year 11 ball was close. Closer than close. Two days time actually. A Friday. And didn't it happen to be the thirteenth? Typical. Of course, he didn't have a date. That was another thing he didn't get. Although the girls flirted, they always had someone else to go to the dances with. On the odd occasion that he did ask a girl for a date (it had happened twice in his five years in comprehensive) they were always busy. When, at the last disco, he had asked Arwen to dance, she had laughed histericaly and walked away, muttering something about an 'obvious "quality" that he had'. He shook his head and picked up his pace. He'd ask Frodo, one of his hobbit friends, if he could fix him up with someone.
Samwise Gamgee sat at the top of the ramp. It was know among his friends, that if you sat at the top of the ramp, you were the most popular of all the people sitting on it. But of course, it was just a load of codswallop that they'd made up. And no one else was sitting on it. All his friends met at The Ramp at lunch time. He, Frodo, Pippin, Merry and Aragorn, always ate together. Frodo, Pippin and Merry were always late. Aragorn strode round the corner. Sam's eyes locked on him. Sam had known for a long time that he was bent, and that he was totally gone on Aragorn. His friends knew it too. Except Aragorn. He also knew that Aragorn was bent. The thing was, Aragorn didn't. It was blatantly obvious. He had that 'quality'. The whole school knew it. But know one said anything. Sam laughed. I mean, how do you tell someone that they're gay? Sam heard laughter behind him.
"Ooh look, Sam's swooning over Aragorn again!" teased Merry.
"Leave him alone," Frodo said.
"Whats bitten you Fro?" questioned Pippin. "You're pissed off all of a sudden.
"Talking about pissed off" hooted Merry, "Whats bitten Aragorn?" Aragorn looked up.
"Hello to you too. And im not 'pissed off' as you said, im mearly perplexed."
"Ooh would you listen to that, mearly perplexed!" Merry saw Aragorns face and stopped. "Im sorry Ari, really I am. Ignore me, im a doofus, you know I am. Whats bugging you man?"
"Do you think I have a 'quality'?" He asked. Frodo gulped.
"Well uh, um, im not sure, I uh....."
Pippin smiled. "What Frodo is trying to say, my dear friend, is that we dont know, but we certainly intend to find out,"
"And how are you going to do that, my small, hobbity friend?"
"Do you have a date for the dance?"
"No,"
"Then allow us to find one for you," and Pippin and Merry grinned mischievously.......