Aragorn resisted the urge to cry. Again. The strange young man had been following him around for days, talking nonstop. Even worse, the things he said never made sense. The Ranger was ninety-nine percent sure that the man ("Just call me Harry") had some sort of magic. He wore clothes that Aragorn had not seen anywhere on Middle-Earth and was always eating some strange food ("Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Want one?"), that apparently came from thin air.
Aragorn just couldn't stand it anymore. He had tried everything to get away from the demon with innocent green eyes and messy black hair. The Ranger had even tracked down an orc pack, hoping they would at least injure the ravenette, giving him an excuse to leave Harry at the nearest village. No such luck. As soon as he had started fighting, the young wizard had stood on the sidelines waving some sort of ball made of strips of some material Aragorn had never seen before (pom-poms) and cheering him on with the most idiotic rhymes the man had ever heard in his life. Even the orcs ran away from him. He had tried sneaking away from camp while the other man slept, but Harry had been waiting for him about five miles away ("You silly boy, you almost forgot me.")
He had tried asking Harry why he was following the Ranger, but all he got was more confusing answers ("Because I like excitement, and excitement likes you, of course,"). When Gandalf asked him to meet the Hobbits in Bree, he had jumped at the chance to get away from the demon, until Gandalf crushed his hopes with one blow, ("You should take that friend of yours, Harry, yes? He seemed like a good ally to have in a tight spot."). Aragorn almost told him right then and there that Harry was a demon, and he would probably sit by and laugh at them if they were in trouble. However, he respected Gandalf's opinion and knew that the Istar was probably right. He just wished he didn't have to live with the other man for any longer than he had to. The DĂșnedain almost regretted his thoughts when Harry lit up after Aragorn told him he could come with him to meet the Hobbits. ("You mean, you want me to come with you?" the wizard had breathed, looking as though someone had just given him the world). The older man decided that the next few weeks might not be so bad.
He changed his mind after two days.
