Title: Aragorn's Ice Cream

Author: Faramiriel

Rating: G

chapter 1: Arrival

Aragorn sat in his royal kitchens, surrounded by various flavors of Ice Cream. At the end of a grueling day of ruling people, the best way to relax his nerves was with a few vats of his delicious frozen cheese.

Suddenly, just as he was reaching his element in Ice Cream, fudge syrup and sprinkles, Arwen rushed in with a look of horror on her face. "Estel, the Terrible Trio has come to Minas Tirith, and from the looks on their faces, they mean no good!"

"The Terrible Trio!" Oh, no!" We must turn them back before they get here!"

"Estel, they already are here!"

Aragorn clad in his pajamas and with Ice Cream all over his face, ran out of his royal kitchens, through the corridors, and finally arrived in his throne room, breathless and annoyed.

"What are you doing here?" He squeaked.

"We have come to give flavor to your life, brother," Elladan announced.

"Why must you give flavor to i my /i life? My Ice Cream does that. Could you find no one else whose life was lacking flavor?"

"There are many to whom we could be of such service, but being our dear brother, we decided you should receive the benefits of our labors," said Elrohir.

"Ruling Men all day must really be very boring," Legolas commented.

"Thank goodness it is not Elves I must rule," said Aragorn.

"I take that as an insult," said Elrohir.

"Good. I am glad to see that at least you are not yet so dense that you cannot recognize an insult, dear brother," said Aragorn.

"I am affronted. We must put a stop to this insolence, my friends," said Elrohir.

"Yes...and I have a plan," said Legolas, in an ominous tone. Aragorn let out a squeal of terror and fled to the safety of his kitchens.

Meanwhile, Legolas and the twins were plotting. Legolas was informing them of the time the Fellowship had stopped in Lothlorien, and they had learned of his love for Ice Cream, or "frozen cheese" as it was sometimes called. The beginnings of an evil plot to deprive Aragorn of his Ice Cream and throw him into a fit that would last for days and from which he might never fully recover was forming in his twisted mind. The problem was how to get the Ice Cream. When Aragorn was not protecting it personally, he had an armed guard placed over it, and the guard knew Aragorn would have his head if anyone dared to touch his imperial Ice Cream.