I decided it was too fun writing about people's flaws to stop at just one. Therefore this is no longer a oneshot. Mainly writing now to cheer myself up because I'm feeling depressed at my nonexistent music talent.

I do not own LOTR, neither am I making money out of this fic.

Hidden Flaw: Aragorn

Aragorn had been planning to spend his birthday quietly and peacefully with Arwen, maybe a day off his duties, dinner somewhere nice, and so on. What with wars and such, a day of peace and quiet seemed a very appealing idea.

But no.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARAGORN!!!!"

Above mentioned soon-to-be king started violently and fell out of bed. He rubbed his eyes blearily and opened them only to be greeted by a pair of identical grinning faces.

A bad dream and double vision?

No such luck. He soon registered the annoyance as the two worst beings ever brought into Middle Earth. Who were unfortunately, very real.

"Oh no..."

"Oh yes! Come on Aragorn, your thoughtful brothers traveled all this distance just to wish you happy birthday! Look happier!" Elrohir tried to pinch Aragorn's cheeks like he used to when the latter was five. Aragorn, now in fact a full grown man, swatted the hands away and got up.

"Your room is down the corridor."

"Yes, but you have to admit, it's a very long corridor. But that's not the point. The point is, we came to personally deliver your birthday present! Ta- DA!" From behind Elrohir's back swung a large round bottle. "A whole bottle of Rivendell's finest wine! Drink up, babykins!"

Aragorn paled ever so slightly, but accepted the bottle. Something was fishy, however. "Something's not right. You never do this. Out with it, what do you want from me."

"But, but, Aragorn, we just wanted to wish you happy birthday! You hate it?" It was remarkable how Elladan was able to sprout rivers of tears at will. Aragorn gave in. It was unnerving to see his elder brother behaving like an even younger child than usual. "Fine, I'll take it. But you swear there's nothing more behind this?"

Aragorn shuddered at the sight of the two pairs of glistening puppy eyes that answered his last question.

Several hours later...

Arwen was tidying up in Aragorn's room, sighing audibly at the distress it seemed to be in.

"Men..."

In the midst of separating the clean and dirty clothes that carpeted his bedroom floor, she caught sight of a bottle sitting a little too innocently on his bedside table. Picking it up, she recognised it to be one of the best wines Rivendell had to offer. Smiling a little to herself, she made a note to use it for the evening's dinner with Aragorn.

She failed to notice, however, how the table on which it had been sitting was spotless, when every other flat surface in the room was cluttered with as many things as would fit onto it.

Even more hours later...

"That was good. Thank you." Aragorn put down his knife and fork.

Arwen smiled. It was always nice to hear some appreciation. She disappeared for a bit then emerged again, this time carefully holding two glasses of a reddish liquid. She offered one to Aragorn, then settled herself daintily in her chair.

Aragorn peered warily into the glass. "What kind of wine is this?"

"The best. You should savour it."

Aragorn swallowed his uneasiness and sipped the drink tentatively. He didn't want to spoil the evening for Arwen.

-

Aragorn excused himself as quickly as possible without getting Arwen suspicious, and dashed back to his room. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. Groaning, he took a cold shower and went to bed. Maybe if he got as much sleep as he could it wouldn't be so bad. He already knew what would happen the next morning. He never had been able to hold much alcohol... Well, just his luck. He'd have to deal with it.

Drifting into sleep, Aragorn didn't hear the excited whispers coming from under his bedroom window.

-

A strange shadow over his face woke Aragorn up the next morning. He tried to open his eyes, but the hangover was coming on much more fiercely than he'd thought it would. His head was spinning and splitting at the same time. He should have known when Arwen said that wine was "the best", that the alcohol content would be sky high. Maybe he'd just go back to sleep... But.

"Poor little babykins. Can't hold his alcohol? Maybe we forgot something."

No. No no no no no no no. His head must be doing things to him. He was hearing things, right? Right? Nothing for it, then.

He opened his eyes.

The headache increased thousandfold.

Those faces again! And a box of painkillers. He might as well kill himself then and there.

"HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ARAGORN!!!!"

End