The Perils of Fangorn
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The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 6
"Aragorn?" Legolas called, knocking on the door of the room that the other had been given.
"Aragorn, King Theoden calls us to the board; it is time to eat." He paused. "Aragorn? Are you
there?"
"I'm here," came the reply, though the door remained locked between them. The tone was
everything but happy. "And here I shall stay."
"But Aragorn-" Legolas started.
"No. I am *not* going out there."
Legolas sighed. She did not know why Aragorn was being so stubborn. She herself had been happy
to bathe properly for the first time since the Fellowship left Lothlorien. And she had to admit
that the clothes she had been provided with *did* fit better, though now she could be mistaken
for a Rider. Her own clothes were being cleaned and would be packed away with the rest of her
things against the possibility that she wake up as herself again without warning.
"Legolas!" Eomer called, approaching from down the hallway. He looked her over. "The clothes
are to your liking?"
"Yes," she answered simply. The shirt was of soft, fine white linen, the tunic over that was of
soft, green-dyed leather as her other had been. Snug woolen leggings hugged her slender legs,
and she wore her own shoes. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," he said. He looked to the door they stood in front of. "Aragorn?" he asked the
Elf.
"She refuses to come out," Legolas answered with a shrug.
"Ah," Eomer said. He pounded on the door. "Aragorn! Come out! It is time to be at meat! King
Theoden awaits!"
"I cannot go out, Eomer," came the reply. "Not like this!"
"Aragorn, come out or I shall have to force the door."
Eomer and Legolas waited patiently for maybe five minutes, hearing Aragorn's grumbles and curses
from inside. Finally, however, the door was unbolted, then opened, and the Ranger stood in the
doorway, face red with humiliation, scowling fiercely at Eomer.
The Rider smiled widely at the sight, a smile that was quickly shared by the Elf.
Aragorn had been transformed. Gone was the scruffy waif look; she looked like a true Lady, and
she knew it. She was dressed in a gown of deep, dark green that flowed gracefully from shoulder
to ankle in the front, with a three-foot train dragging on the floor behind her. The sleeves
were bell-like, with the lower edge extended until it, too, dragged on the floor. The gown was
cinched at the waist by a belt of flattened gold plates that contrasted beautifully against the
green. Her hair had been styled as well, into neat curls and ringlets held back from her face by
a thin gold circlet.
"You do clean up well, my friend," Eomer said in satisfaction. "Don't you agree, Legolas?"
"Yes," Legolas said. She knew that if she tried to say anything more she would burst out
laughing, and the Ranger looked incensed enough without that.
"I'll get you for this, Eomer," Aragorn said grimly.
"Just consider it my portion of revenge for the stone-throwing in the prison today."
They made their way to Theoden's table and took their places at it as the food was being served.
"Let us eat now," Theoden said, "for Gandalf has told me of Saruman's treachery and we ride for
Isengard. We shall leave in the first grey light of dawn."
"Yes, let us eat," Gandalf said, staring straight at the flushed Aragorn.
Gimli, the Ranger noted, had been given clothes not dissimilar to those that Legolas had been
given, and wore her own dwarf-made mail over it. She also noted how the dwarf nearly strangled
trying to hold back laughter from the sight of the gowned Dunedan.
They ate, Theoden and Gandalf continuing and interrupted discussion, Legolas and Gimli having a
conversation of their own, Eomer commenting occasionally into both conversations.
Aragorn ate in silence, making and discarding plan after plan for revenge. She still hadn't
decided on one by the time the meal was over. But she knew that whatever it was she finally
decided on would be *very* memorable.
She was smiling to herself as she left for her room. It gave the others the shivers.
TBC...
So, what vile plots has Aragorn hatched?
Please! Leave a review! Plotbunnies are dropping like... well, plotbunnies!
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
Feedback is my friend! Of course, so are the starving plotbunnies! Feed them a review!
*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 6
"Aragorn?" Legolas called, knocking on the door of the room that the other had been given.
"Aragorn, King Theoden calls us to the board; it is time to eat." He paused. "Aragorn? Are you
there?"
"I'm here," came the reply, though the door remained locked between them. The tone was
everything but happy. "And here I shall stay."
"But Aragorn-" Legolas started.
"No. I am *not* going out there."
Legolas sighed. She did not know why Aragorn was being so stubborn. She herself had been happy
to bathe properly for the first time since the Fellowship left Lothlorien. And she had to admit
that the clothes she had been provided with *did* fit better, though now she could be mistaken
for a Rider. Her own clothes were being cleaned and would be packed away with the rest of her
things against the possibility that she wake up as herself again without warning.
"Legolas!" Eomer called, approaching from down the hallway. He looked her over. "The clothes
are to your liking?"
"Yes," she answered simply. The shirt was of soft, fine white linen, the tunic over that was of
soft, green-dyed leather as her other had been. Snug woolen leggings hugged her slender legs,
and she wore her own shoes. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," he said. He looked to the door they stood in front of. "Aragorn?" he asked the
Elf.
"She refuses to come out," Legolas answered with a shrug.
"Ah," Eomer said. He pounded on the door. "Aragorn! Come out! It is time to be at meat! King
Theoden awaits!"
"I cannot go out, Eomer," came the reply. "Not like this!"
"Aragorn, come out or I shall have to force the door."
Eomer and Legolas waited patiently for maybe five minutes, hearing Aragorn's grumbles and curses
from inside. Finally, however, the door was unbolted, then opened, and the Ranger stood in the
doorway, face red with humiliation, scowling fiercely at Eomer.
The Rider smiled widely at the sight, a smile that was quickly shared by the Elf.
Aragorn had been transformed. Gone was the scruffy waif look; she looked like a true Lady, and
she knew it. She was dressed in a gown of deep, dark green that flowed gracefully from shoulder
to ankle in the front, with a three-foot train dragging on the floor behind her. The sleeves
were bell-like, with the lower edge extended until it, too, dragged on the floor. The gown was
cinched at the waist by a belt of flattened gold plates that contrasted beautifully against the
green. Her hair had been styled as well, into neat curls and ringlets held back from her face by
a thin gold circlet.
"You do clean up well, my friend," Eomer said in satisfaction. "Don't you agree, Legolas?"
"Yes," Legolas said. She knew that if she tried to say anything more she would burst out
laughing, and the Ranger looked incensed enough without that.
"I'll get you for this, Eomer," Aragorn said grimly.
"Just consider it my portion of revenge for the stone-throwing in the prison today."
They made their way to Theoden's table and took their places at it as the food was being served.
"Let us eat now," Theoden said, "for Gandalf has told me of Saruman's treachery and we ride for
Isengard. We shall leave in the first grey light of dawn."
"Yes, let us eat," Gandalf said, staring straight at the flushed Aragorn.
Gimli, the Ranger noted, had been given clothes not dissimilar to those that Legolas had been
given, and wore her own dwarf-made mail over it. She also noted how the dwarf nearly strangled
trying to hold back laughter from the sight of the gowned Dunedan.
They ate, Theoden and Gandalf continuing and interrupted discussion, Legolas and Gimli having a
conversation of their own, Eomer commenting occasionally into both conversations.
Aragorn ate in silence, making and discarding plan after plan for revenge. She still hadn't
decided on one by the time the meal was over. But she knew that whatever it was she finally
decided on would be *very* memorable.
She was smiling to herself as she left for her room. It gave the others the shivers.
TBC...
So, what vile plots has Aragorn hatched?
Please! Leave a review! Plotbunnies are dropping like... well, plotbunnies!