Out for a Ride

Chapter Three: The Stranger

Fairylady

A/N: Long wait, but the chapter is a good size. DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!!! Thank you for being patient with me.

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Rynn: The poisoning and the torture will be coming very soon. Yep, you are correct! Ale was the name of beer back in those old days when people carried swords everywhere! The one reason I asked about Elven curse words is because a reviewer cursed at me in Elvish and I had (and still don't) no idea what it means!!! Yea, I think I am using Qenyan. I think. DON'T DIE!! Here the update is! Thanks.

Kelly L. K: Updated chapter! Legolas is drunk! Aragorn wants to kill! And Gimli can't walk straight! Going to be funny!

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"Aye and you said that you would sit with me and have a cup of wine, too. Choose the beer, my dwarf friend and I will choose the wine." Looking back at Aragorn and Arwen, Legolas winked at them before disappearing into the crowd with Gimli pulling him along...

...A song sung by both Elf and Dwarf together was a rare sight for all, but a drunk Elf and Dwarf was even stranger! For those who knew the two friends it wasn't unusual as they sung a favorite song that made the Gondorian King blush!

"He wrote that poem and kicked that tree!

No one knew what he was to be!

The poem he wrote was for a girl he broke!

What a fool he could choke!

Singing a song in the middle of the night!

He sung it with out a tune in the write!

Twelve mugs he had of the strongest ale!

Made him fall for another male!"

Legolas and Gimli bursted out laughing and Legolas almost ell out of his chair. Neither could control his laughter and so forth could not complete the song yet.

It would not have been so funny if Aragorn had not returned to his throne and was looking at his two friends with revenge glowing in his eyes. Arwen could not help but laugh at the sight of two-of-the-three hunters were singing while being completely drunk and the third sending death threats to them with his eyes.

When Legolas and Gimli started off another song, Arwen knew that it was time to send her friends up to their rooms. They were too drunk to hang around the party any more.

Moving with the grace of her people, Arwen walked up to two friends and place a hand on both of their shoulders.

"It is time for you two to go up and rest. There will be drinks tomorrow wanting for you."

"We do not need to go up and *hiccup* rest," Gimli bellowed loudly. "There is ale and Elven wine enough for me here! I will not *hiccup* I will not leave it be sitting here alone with no one to pay attention to it!"

Arwen made a face at the drunk dwarf before looking at one of her oldest best friends. "Legolas, will you not talk scene into your Dwarf friend? You both need to go up and rest before anymore ale or Elven wine is consumed," She spoke calmly.

Legolas' eyes twinkled and a small smile popped to the Elf's face. "You need not to worry, mellonnin. I will make sure that Gimli and myself get up to our rooms before the sun rises again."

"Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli son of Gloin, you both with march right up to your rooms and get some rest. I will not torture my guards or any of my people with the task of carrying you two up to your rooms—Now."

"Arwen, we will be able to stay down here until the end of—"

"NOW! No arguing, Legolas. Gimli shut your mouth before anything comes out of it. If you two are not up in five minutes, I will bring Aragorn over—"

"Your Majesty! The guards of the north side of the city have attacked!" A wounded guard came running in and knelt down before Aragorn. "All have been injured in some way and seven were killed. The man. The cloaked man! He—he used magic! Black magic!"

"Calm down, Boviane. Tell me exactly what happened." Aragorn spoke calmly, but Arwen could see the anger in her husband's eyes. Legolas, who had sobered up almost immediately, stood next to Arwen and pushed through the crowd to get to Aragorn.

Gimli fell off the chair he had been sitting on and struggled to get onto his feet to follow the two Elves. He cursed when he wobbled around and couldn't walk straight, but he refused to allow that blasted Elf find out what was happening without him.

The guard, Boviane, chugged down the cup of water that was given to him and stared at his sovereign. "The cloaked man, he was so different. His voice was raspy and his hands were almost like skeletons, but with a thin layer of skin stuck to the bones. He was grasping a strange string that would grow and slash at our guards and either whip them or keep a hold on them till he would come and slash at them with his sword.

'The sword itself must have been evil or poisoned because almost every man that was cut by that—that sword! Every man! Either died or are writhing in pain at this very moment!"

"Are the men still at the attack site?" Aragorn asked with fear and sorrow in his voice.

"No, another squadron of guards came running at the sound of us screaming and yelling. They helped us fight back and bring all the injured and killed guards. If it hadn't been for the other squadron, I am sure that ours would have been completely slaughtered.

'One of the guards, he was able to fight for a long time, was right next to the cloaked man and was found with a note half way in his hand and half way out. This is the note."

Reaching out for the note in the guard's hand, Aragorn looked up at his wife and two friends before looking down and reading the note.

By the first night of the first week,

A hobbit will fall.

By the second day of the second week,

A dwarf will fall.

By the third day of the third week,

An Elf will fall.

There will be twelve deaths in the time of twelve weeks.

The first three have been given.

If you, King of Gondor, can save your friends, you are worthy.

If one dies in anyway that I choose, you will suffer and the crown will be taken away.

Tomorrow is the first night of the first week, Aragorn.

Aragorn looked up from the note and looked at his friends. He had one day. One day to get to the Shire and try to protect all of his friends. One day...

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A/N: Cliffhanger! I know, sorry about the long wait. I've been working! Next one coming soon!

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