A/N: Okay, I was REALLY bored today. Dunadan = 1 Ranger. THE Dunadan =
Aragorn. Get it? Got it? Good!
Lessa walked around aimlessly, wondering what was wrong with Lord Aragorn. He'd seemed sad when he'd looked at her. She wished she could help. Speaking of. . .
Aragorn stepped aside to avoid a collision with Halbarad's young apprentice. She was obviously lost in thought. She seemed upset by the fact that she'd nearly run into him.
"Sorry, not usually like this. . ."
"Quite all right," he said smiling at her.
She blushed and managed a shaky smile. What's wrong with you? she demanded of herself. Stop acting like a fool.
He grinned at her blush. "I guess no one's ever flirted with you before?"
Color blazed on her cheeks. "Nope! They're too afraid of me to flirt!"
"Oh really? Good. No competition." He was enjoying teasing her. She was hilarious when she was angry. Though he wouldn't like to be on the opposite side of her sword. He'd heard too many stories of the female Dunadan.
He's lucky I can't skewer him! she thought furiously. "Indeed. No competition, except for me! I don't like it when people flirt with me, which is why I don't encourage it!"
Aragorn had to struggle to hold in laugher. Yes, he definitely liked her. "Well, then, you'll just have to put up with me!"
She gritted her teeth. Well, you succeeded! He's happy. Look at his eyes. That was a mistake. She looked at his eyes and fell into their sapphire depths.
Her eyes met his and he fell into endless pools of silver. He wished this could last forever and wondered how she felt. Then he stopped thinking and let himself get lost in deep pools of silver bliss.
"Lessa!" a shocked voice shouted.
Both came out of their reveries and noted how close their faces were. More importantly, how close their lips were. Both stepped back, blushing furiously. With mumbled apologies and excuses, both went on their ways.
Halbarad made furious movements in Lessa's direction, but was stopped by a friend named Rith. He was smiling. "~Did you see Lord Strider's face?~" the other man demanded. "~He was practically in heaven!~
"~Still,~" Halbarad countered, "~she should know better!~"
"~No she shouldn't,~" Rith replied. "~All she's ever done with boys that flirt is threaten them. It's good for her.~"
"~But ARAGORN?~" Halbarad said in bewilderment. "~Why?~"
"~According to almost every feminine opinion on the subject of milord Strider,~" Rith said, grinning wolfishly, "~He's devilishly handsome and could charm the socks off Sauron himself.~"
Halbarad only groaned.
Lessa walked around aimlessly, wondering what was wrong with Lord Aragorn. He'd seemed sad when he'd looked at her. She wished she could help. Speaking of. . .
Aragorn stepped aside to avoid a collision with Halbarad's young apprentice. She was obviously lost in thought. She seemed upset by the fact that she'd nearly run into him.
"Sorry, not usually like this. . ."
"Quite all right," he said smiling at her.
She blushed and managed a shaky smile. What's wrong with you? she demanded of herself. Stop acting like a fool.
He grinned at her blush. "I guess no one's ever flirted with you before?"
Color blazed on her cheeks. "Nope! They're too afraid of me to flirt!"
"Oh really? Good. No competition." He was enjoying teasing her. She was hilarious when she was angry. Though he wouldn't like to be on the opposite side of her sword. He'd heard too many stories of the female Dunadan.
He's lucky I can't skewer him! she thought furiously. "Indeed. No competition, except for me! I don't like it when people flirt with me, which is why I don't encourage it!"
Aragorn had to struggle to hold in laugher. Yes, he definitely liked her. "Well, then, you'll just have to put up with me!"
She gritted her teeth. Well, you succeeded! He's happy. Look at his eyes. That was a mistake. She looked at his eyes and fell into their sapphire depths.
Her eyes met his and he fell into endless pools of silver. He wished this could last forever and wondered how she felt. Then he stopped thinking and let himself get lost in deep pools of silver bliss.
"Lessa!" a shocked voice shouted.
Both came out of their reveries and noted how close their faces were. More importantly, how close their lips were. Both stepped back, blushing furiously. With mumbled apologies and excuses, both went on their ways.
Halbarad made furious movements in Lessa's direction, but was stopped by a friend named Rith. He was smiling. "~Did you see Lord Strider's face?~" the other man demanded. "~He was practically in heaven!~
"~Still,~" Halbarad countered, "~she should know better!~"
"~No she shouldn't,~" Rith replied. "~All she's ever done with boys that flirt is threaten them. It's good for her.~"
"~But ARAGORN?~" Halbarad said in bewilderment. "~Why?~"
"~According to almost every feminine opinion on the subject of milord Strider,~" Rith said, grinning wolfishly, "~He's devilishly handsome and could charm the socks off Sauron himself.~"
Halbarad only groaned.