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~ Flashback about 4 years ago ~

"How are you two feeling?" Gimli asked as the three sat down to a large breakfast.

"Hmph." Aragorn muttered as he put his head down on the table and tempted to block out all the noise.

"We went drinking, and got really trashed." Legolas explained, he was feeling just slightly under the weather, darn elves get drunk fast and have very short hangovers.

"Aragorn!" Arwen's voice rang out over the hall and Aragorn began to really consider just ending all the torture right here, right now. "I can't believe you stayed out drinking all night!"

Arwen stood over Aragorn and glared at him, then his friends.

"I wanted to." Aragorn answered.

"Fine, whatever. Here's your message." Arwen threw a piece of parchment at Aragorn successfully hitting him in the nose and marched off.

"Why'd you marry her again?" Gimli asked when she was well out of hearing range.

"The Gods were very mad at me apparently." Aragorn shook his head.

~ Still Flashback ~

Amy sat at her kitchen table watching her sister cook her and their fathers' dinner.

"You need to learn how to cook Amy! You're going to have to cook for you and your husband someday!" Amy's sister was as usual giving her the lecture on being a good wife and yadda, yadda. Amy of course, wasn't listening but was instead staring out the window at the king's guards.

"AMY!" Her sister called to Amy, "Set the table please!"

Amy frowned and grabbed the plates and not so lightly plopped them onto the table. "Amy, careful!"

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