Bird song outside the window roused Aragorn the next morning. He couldn't
remember ever having felt so refreshed after a night of sleep as he was
that morning. Of course, he had never gone such a long period of time
without sleeping in a comfortable bed before, so that may have affected his
judgement.
"I trust you slept well?" a cheerful voice asked.
Aragorn rolled over in the bed and faced Legolas, who was rummaging through his bag. "Yes. What are you doing?"
"Looking for some clothes for you to wear."
"Ah. Why?"
"You just took a bath last night. It would be foolish to get right back into your dirty clothing again. Besides, I have several spare outfits with me. You can borrow some of my clothing. After all, I can't always remain upwind of you, can I?"
A pillow hit Legolas in the side of the head.
Not too much later, the two were dressed and ready to leave, Aragorn clad in some of Legolas' spare clothing. He was taller than the Elf, but only slightly. However, most of Legolas' height was his legs, and so the pants fit almost perfectly, if a little snugly around the waist. Aragorn was definitely broader than the Elf. The shirt, however, was just a little tight around the shoulders and chest, and had an annoying tendency to creep up and reveal a thin sliver of Aragorn's stomach and he found himself tugging it down on a fairly regular basis. This greatly amused Legolas, and entertained the women that they happened to pass.
Legolas took the time to bring a crate of Elven wine to the innkeeper in exchange for their lodging, and then they were off on the road again, women waving to them from windows as they passed. Legolas, of course, waved back and winked. Aragorn just held his shirt down.
"I trust you slept well?" a cheerful voice asked.
Aragorn rolled over in the bed and faced Legolas, who was rummaging through his bag. "Yes. What are you doing?"
"Looking for some clothes for you to wear."
"Ah. Why?"
"You just took a bath last night. It would be foolish to get right back into your dirty clothing again. Besides, I have several spare outfits with me. You can borrow some of my clothing. After all, I can't always remain upwind of you, can I?"
A pillow hit Legolas in the side of the head.
Not too much later, the two were dressed and ready to leave, Aragorn clad in some of Legolas' spare clothing. He was taller than the Elf, but only slightly. However, most of Legolas' height was his legs, and so the pants fit almost perfectly, if a little snugly around the waist. Aragorn was definitely broader than the Elf. The shirt, however, was just a little tight around the shoulders and chest, and had an annoying tendency to creep up and reveal a thin sliver of Aragorn's stomach and he found himself tugging it down on a fairly regular basis. This greatly amused Legolas, and entertained the women that they happened to pass.
Legolas took the time to bring a crate of Elven wine to the innkeeper in exchange for their lodging, and then they were off on the road again, women waving to them from windows as they passed. Legolas, of course, waved back and winked. Aragorn just held his shirt down.
