Title: Tired
Author/Email: MaraJade (LadyJadeSky@comcast.net)
Rating: Um, probably G, maybe PG
Summary: Aragorn is tired
Archive: Mellon Chronicles if they want it, anyone else just ask!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters I'm just playing in JRR's sandbox.
Warnings: Pretty much pointless and plotless. You decide. Also, not beta'd. Please forgive any mistakes, but feel free to point them out to me.
"Aragorn, do you plan to sleep anytime during our quest?" Legolas questioned. "We left Imladris a week ago and you've barely slept." The elf was speaking Sindarin so only the object of his inquiry and the wizard could understand him. The human was tired, as evidenced by the dark circles under his eyes and the almost glassy look he wore. "You will be no good to us if you exhaust yourself."
"I will rest. I'm just being overly paranoid about that which we carry. We cannot let anything happen to the Ringbearer."
"Would you please speak in the Common Tongue so those of us who do not speak Elvish may understand?" Gimli complained.
"T'was a private conversation, and I would not help you eavesdrop, Master Dwarf," Legolas countered.
"Nevertheless-"
"Legolas is right, Aragorn," Gandalf quickly cut in speaking Westron, not wanting to endure another round of bickering between the elf and dwarf.
"If not tonight, then definitely tomorrow."
"I have your word on this, son of Arathorn?" Gandalf asked, looking skeptical.
Aragorn looked slightly hurt as he replied, "Have I ever lied to you, Mithrandir?"
"'Tis only a scratch' comes to mind. We almost ended up cutting off your arm to stem the infection."
The hobbits looked horrified, but Aragorn just replied with, "It was only a scratch. It just became infected."
"Still, it was rather reckless of you, Estel!"
"Legolas, that was almost forty years ago! I've grown up some since then."
"Yes, but only a little," Legolas replied, playfully cuffing the human on back of the head before running off. Aragorn quickly gave chase while the other members of the Fellowship watched in stunned silence at the seemingly out of character playing of the two.
"We will rest here for the night to let the children play to their heart's content," Gandalf informed them. Everyone sat-or in the hobbits' case flopped-down to watch the high spirits of the elf and Ranger. When they were sufficiently tired, the two came back, bantering lightly.
"You cheated!" Legolas insisted.
"I did not! Besides, even if I did, elves are stronger and faster than humans, so I would be well within my rights to even the odds a little."
"You are just impossible, Strider!"
"It amazes me that the halls in Mirkwood and Rivendell still stand. When the two of you get together, it could be classified as a natural disaster," Gandalf said. Both the elf and human turned and stuck their tongues out at the wizard, much to the delight of the hobbits.
When the hobbits started dinner, Aragorn set up his bedroll. He shot a pointed glare at the elf and wizard before saying, "I'm going to doze until supper to get you both off my back." He then lay down and almost immediately was asleep.
A short time later, the food was cooked and Strider still slept. Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam had a quiet argument over whether they should wake the Ranger, but Gandalf quickly quelled it, stating that he was not to be disturbed. The Ranger still had not woken when they divided the watches and it was decided that since he had taken at least one watch per night that he would be allowed to sleep the night through.
In the middle of Legolas' watch the man bolted upright, hand clutching Anduril. "Did you hear something?" the man asked the elf.
"I did not," he replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Do you doubt me?" Legolas asked, imperiously arching an eyebrow.
"Truly not, I must have been dreaming," Aragorn said.
"Go back to sleep, Estel. I have everything under control." Aragorn nodded and settled back into his bedroll. It was testimony to how tired he was that he was asleep in moments.
End.
Author/Email: MaraJade (LadyJadeSky@comcast.net)
Rating: Um, probably G, maybe PG
Summary: Aragorn is tired
Archive: Mellon Chronicles if they want it, anyone else just ask!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters I'm just playing in JRR's sandbox.
Warnings: Pretty much pointless and plotless. You decide. Also, not beta'd. Please forgive any mistakes, but feel free to point them out to me.
"Aragorn, do you plan to sleep anytime during our quest?" Legolas questioned. "We left Imladris a week ago and you've barely slept." The elf was speaking Sindarin so only the object of his inquiry and the wizard could understand him. The human was tired, as evidenced by the dark circles under his eyes and the almost glassy look he wore. "You will be no good to us if you exhaust yourself."
"I will rest. I'm just being overly paranoid about that which we carry. We cannot let anything happen to the Ringbearer."
"Would you please speak in the Common Tongue so those of us who do not speak Elvish may understand?" Gimli complained.
"T'was a private conversation, and I would not help you eavesdrop, Master Dwarf," Legolas countered.
"Nevertheless-"
"Legolas is right, Aragorn," Gandalf quickly cut in speaking Westron, not wanting to endure another round of bickering between the elf and dwarf.
"If not tonight, then definitely tomorrow."
"I have your word on this, son of Arathorn?" Gandalf asked, looking skeptical.
Aragorn looked slightly hurt as he replied, "Have I ever lied to you, Mithrandir?"
"'Tis only a scratch' comes to mind. We almost ended up cutting off your arm to stem the infection."
The hobbits looked horrified, but Aragorn just replied with, "It was only a scratch. It just became infected."
"Still, it was rather reckless of you, Estel!"
"Legolas, that was almost forty years ago! I've grown up some since then."
"Yes, but only a little," Legolas replied, playfully cuffing the human on back of the head before running off. Aragorn quickly gave chase while the other members of the Fellowship watched in stunned silence at the seemingly out of character playing of the two.
"We will rest here for the night to let the children play to their heart's content," Gandalf informed them. Everyone sat-or in the hobbits' case flopped-down to watch the high spirits of the elf and Ranger. When they were sufficiently tired, the two came back, bantering lightly.
"You cheated!" Legolas insisted.
"I did not! Besides, even if I did, elves are stronger and faster than humans, so I would be well within my rights to even the odds a little."
"You are just impossible, Strider!"
"It amazes me that the halls in Mirkwood and Rivendell still stand. When the two of you get together, it could be classified as a natural disaster," Gandalf said. Both the elf and human turned and stuck their tongues out at the wizard, much to the delight of the hobbits.
When the hobbits started dinner, Aragorn set up his bedroll. He shot a pointed glare at the elf and wizard before saying, "I'm going to doze until supper to get you both off my back." He then lay down and almost immediately was asleep.
A short time later, the food was cooked and Strider still slept. Merry, Pippin, Frodo, and Sam had a quiet argument over whether they should wake the Ranger, but Gandalf quickly quelled it, stating that he was not to be disturbed. The Ranger still had not woken when they divided the watches and it was decided that since he had taken at least one watch per night that he would be allowed to sleep the night through.
In the middle of Legolas' watch the man bolted upright, hand clutching Anduril. "Did you hear something?" the man asked the elf.
"I did not," he replied.
"Are you sure?"
"Do you doubt me?" Legolas asked, imperiously arching an eyebrow.
"Truly not, I must have been dreaming," Aragorn said.
"Go back to sleep, Estel. I have everything under control." Aragorn nodded and settled back into his bedroll. It was testimony to how tired he was that he was asleep in moments.
End.