A/N: Lol, now here's an example of one that turned into quite the funny little story, while going completely off topic in the process. Still though, I think this is my personal favourite.

Thanks to everyone who's following – I hope you think the story is worth it. (Also, sorry for any mistakes in my auther's notes, I drilled a screw through my finger and it's making it difficult to type)

Elegant

Elegance was a strange word to use on men, and yet that was the only way Aragorn could think to describe Prince Imrahil's sons. The stories of their Elven ancestry must surely be true, for the young princes of Dol Amroth would fit in well with the gathering from Rivendell. Well dressed, handsome and full of laughter, they were attracting a lot of attention from Gondor's females. Aragorn was just glad those same women had stopped giving their attention to him, following his announcement that he was, in fact, already betrothed.

Right now the princes were standing in a corner, studiously ignoring the women vying for their favour, and seemed to be having a, not heated so much as in depth, discussion. A hand descended on the King's shoulder, causing him to look away from the small group, up into the face of Eomer. He smiled at his friend.

"Eomer. Come, sit down!"

Eomer seated himself in the chair next to Aragorn, and looked in the direction his friend had been staring. Rohan's King spotted the three princes and smiled, "They are note-worthy, are they not?"

Aragorn laughed at how Eomer's mind had gone in the same direction as his own, "That is exactly what I was just thinking. It is their Elven ancestry, I think. It makes them...elegant"

Eomer cocked his head to the side, "Elegant. Yes, that is a good way to describe them. I believe I told Faramir I thought they were prissy looking"

Aragorn laughed outright, "I'm sure he loved that description of his cousins!"

"I would have said they were dandies if I hadn't seen them fight"

"Hmmm" Aragorn nodded. Well dressed the young princes might be, but they certainly knew their way around a battle field. The three brothers had, by now, agreed upon something, and were shaking hands. Aragorn inclined his head towards them, "I wonder what they are up to?" He was surprised to see his friend redden slightly.

"Ah" Eomer didn't meet his eye, "I believe they are agreeing on the terms of a wager"

"Oh?" Now the older man's curiosity was truly aroused, "What kind of wager?"

Eomer sighed, looking up with a slightly sheepish grin, "They are betting on when I will go to their father to ask for Lothiriel's hand"

Aragorn smiled. Eomer and the Princess had become very close, and he knew a proposal was due, "But that is fine news, my friend!"

Eomer couldn't fight the smile that came across his face, then it turned into far more of a smirk, "Faramir is in on it too, 'twas he who told me. And he will win as well"

"Oh, how so?"

Eomer was definitely smirking now, "He is the only one who knows that I have already gone to Imrahil"

Aragorn laughed again, both happy for the betrothal and at the trick, "That is fine news indeed. My congratulations Eomer" Eomer inclined his head, "And was it you who told Faramir?"

The King of Rohan shrugged "I felt I owed it to him – he is my brother now, after all. And the princes are not yet!"

A.N: Tomorrow's word si Rain