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Get Rid of 'It'
Loud shouts and wild gestures were evidence of a major event taking place in Edoras. Bright, flashy cloth banners hung from every available place. The entire capital's management was placed on hold. A wide spread of food and drink was readily available to all.
The festivities going on in meduseld were being held in honour of Eomer king of Rohan. Faramir was present with his king, Aragorn. The elf, Legolas, and the dwarf, Gimli, were also there. Currently the elf had traveled off. While Gimli the dwarf went in search of food.
The men stood around in groups discussing the game. A timeless game that had almost completely run through Edoras. Aragorn, Eomer and Faramir strode through the throng searching.
"You are running out of time." commented Faramir with a small grin. Aragorn glanced rapidly amongst the crowd before finally spying Eowyn. Excited by the unexpected opportunity, the former ranger rushed to over to the shield maiden, the steward and Rohirric king following.
"Eowyn, Eowyn! Guess what!" the man exclaimed.
"Yes, my lord Aragorn?" she politely inquired, turning to face the Gondorian king.
"No Eowyn, guess what." he insisted.
"No lord Aragon. As it was I who gave it to my brother." Eowyn responded.
"Who then gave it to Faramir, who in his own turn gave it to me. Arr... son of a orc." Aragorn growled out. He turned on his heel to seek another victim, eyes franticly scanning the crowd. A diminutive figure appeared to one side and Aragorn ran to him.
"Gimli! Gimli wait!" he called out anxiously.
Cuirous as to why the king of united Arnor was yelling at him, Gimli stood and waited for Aragorn to reach him. He stood patiently, looking up at the man as he bent over to catch his breath.
"G-Gimli guess what?" the man asked.
"What?" Gimli asked.
"Five seconds to get rid of it!" he shouted, beaming widely.
Gimli stared up at the man unblinking. As Gimli made no motion of breaking the hard gaze, Aragorn began shifting nervously.
"Get rid of what?" he finally questioned, breaking the heavy silence.
"That word, 'what'." Eomer explained when no explanation was forth coming from Aragorn.
"Then how do I 'get rid of it'." Gimli asked irritably, glancing from one man to the next before settling on Aragorn.
"You get someone else to say the word 'what'." Aragorn said.
"And who would I do this with?"
"Anyone-" Aragorn began.
"Anyone who hasn't already done this." Faramir interrupted. Aragorn nodded his assent.
"I see. Who hasn't been it?"
"Not sure of everyone. You will just have to pass it on through trial and error." Eomer said.
"What about the elf?" Gimli asked, acting on a sudden thought.
"Legolas? I don't think he has even been close to this area all morning." Eomer said.
"Legolas hasn't joined this game. The elves don't know of it." Aragorn stated.
"Then I shall give it to Legolas." Gimli firmly declared.
"That would be the day. A dwarf tricking an elf."
"You would never accomplish such a deed."
"Then how about a wager?" Gimli taunted.
The three greatest leaders of men counseled on the odds. Finally, as one, they turned back to the waiting dwarf.
"And what would the wager be?" they asked.
"If I win then the three of you will be my servants for a week." Gimli said.
"And if we win?"
"If, by the sixth hour, I have been unable to trick the elf, I will be your servant for a week." he answered.
The three men looked to one another and nodded, with a small smile.
"Agreed."
Gimli confidently squared his shoulders and marched off to find an elusive elf. The three watched him go, silently laughing on the inside.
"He'll never win." Aragorn said with a knowing grin.
SMK: I will try to have the second half up in about a week. Until then, please reveiw!