Between the two of them the bread was quickly devoured, and they set
out to get Aragorn some new clothes.
"When I come through here, I sometimes stop by here and have Agatha make me a new tunic or other article of clothing. She's amazingly skilled," Legolas told his friend, holding open the door to a small shop.
The walls were lined with bolts of various fabrics in every color and texture imaginable. An old woman stood from where she had been working on her embroidery and made her way over to them. "Ah, Legolas. A new tunic for you?"
"No, Agatha," he smiled. "We are in need of some nice new clothing for my friend here. You see, he's on his way to impress a lady, and he has nothing suitable to wear."
"Oh, I see!" the woman smiled, appraising Aragorn. "Grays and blacks for this one, I see. Perhaps silks?"
Legolas looked Aragorn up and down. "Indeed. I think a nice silk tunic would look quite dashing on him. Much better than those dirty brown travelling clothes. I agree. Something in black, with just a touch of color here and there."
The old lady was already picking up her tape measure. "Hold still," she ordered, deftly taking Aragorn's measurements. He was too startled to do anything but comply.
"I think I have an idea or two," Agatha finally said.
"I leave it to your capable hands," Legolas said deferentially. "We can haggle over prices when the outfits are finished. We need only two. When can you have them finished?"
"Come back tomorrow around noon," Agatha replied.
"We'll be here. Come, Aragorn." Legolas placed a hand on his stunned friends shoulder and guided him out.
Finally Aragorn spoke. "No royal fitting I've ever been to has been that.efficient."
Legolas just laughed. "Tell me about it! Why do you think I try to get my clothes here?"
"When I come through here, I sometimes stop by here and have Agatha make me a new tunic or other article of clothing. She's amazingly skilled," Legolas told his friend, holding open the door to a small shop.
The walls were lined with bolts of various fabrics in every color and texture imaginable. An old woman stood from where she had been working on her embroidery and made her way over to them. "Ah, Legolas. A new tunic for you?"
"No, Agatha," he smiled. "We are in need of some nice new clothing for my friend here. You see, he's on his way to impress a lady, and he has nothing suitable to wear."
"Oh, I see!" the woman smiled, appraising Aragorn. "Grays and blacks for this one, I see. Perhaps silks?"
Legolas looked Aragorn up and down. "Indeed. I think a nice silk tunic would look quite dashing on him. Much better than those dirty brown travelling clothes. I agree. Something in black, with just a touch of color here and there."
The old lady was already picking up her tape measure. "Hold still," she ordered, deftly taking Aragorn's measurements. He was too startled to do anything but comply.
"I think I have an idea or two," Agatha finally said.
"I leave it to your capable hands," Legolas said deferentially. "We can haggle over prices when the outfits are finished. We need only two. When can you have them finished?"
"Come back tomorrow around noon," Agatha replied.
"We'll be here. Come, Aragorn." Legolas placed a hand on his stunned friends shoulder and guided him out.
Finally Aragorn spoke. "No royal fitting I've ever been to has been that.efficient."
Legolas just laughed. "Tell me about it! Why do you think I try to get my clothes here?"
