Of Socks and Ranger Memoirs

by Esteladuial Greenleaf

This is some stupid stuff.......um.....Aragorn and Arwen are talking.....and stuff happens.......NOT THAT, YOU PERVERTED PEOPLE! Other stuff.....Like I said, this is stupid and pointless. please read and review!

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Hi! I'm with another story…..go figure. It has stuff…..and……other stuff……..Another pointless story, just for the sake of writing……please read and review!

"Arwen, where are my socks?" exclaimed Aragorn. He was searching desperately and several things were thrown into the air in his hunt for the missing footwear.

"You're holding them," said Arwen, peering from her banner-making.

"Ah…Yes," said Aragorn, "Where are my pocket handkerchiefs?"

"I washed them along with your Ranger garments. As King of Gondor, you deserve properly cleaned garments," said Arwen.

"You didn't! Those were Ranger clothes! They aren't meant to be washed more than four times! Besides, I don't even wear them anymore!" said Aragorn.

"Alright….You can't wash them over four times, yet they can stand the wear and tear of years? That's…odd….As for not wearing them….Well, I don't see the point in keeping them then. You have King-ly clothes now. Old, limited-washable clothes should not be worn by one of your…nobility. You are not a Ranger anymore," said Arwen.

"They are memories of my Ranger days! The days spent in the wilderness….living and plants and the occasional grub…those are memories worth treasuring. What more than a keepsake of the old days?" said Aragorn.

"Oh, is that so?" said Arwen, folding her arms and smirking. Aragorn nodded, but uneasily. Who knew what his often psychotic wife was thinking?

"Well, what say those "keepsakes of the old days" were floating down the stream as we speak?" said Arwen smugly.

"I'd say you had a little too much pipeweed," said Aragorn.

"Well, you'd better go get them. They're about to pass into a rather unpredictable river, and then to a waterfall. Right about now, if I'm not horribly mistaken," said Arwen. Without another word, Aragorn dashed out the door after his memoirs of the Ranger days that were floating down the river, and having their fifth washing.

Ok……that was retarded. I know. Please don't flame me saying that it's retarded, because I know. I was bored when I wrote this, and you all know what I do when I'm bored. So, please review!