Disclaimer: I own a cat, a dog and a notebook, but sadly no Lord of the
Rings characters.
Authors note: I got my first flame! It's hilarious! It complained about
people's personality, looks, names, the locations, pretty much everything!
Ah well.
Brazgirl: Lol. Yeah, I agree!
Crystal Snowflakes: Exactly.
PPC : SIELU: Thank you for the flame. It gave me a good laugh!
After Hana had gone, Aragorn thought about the princess. It wasn't the first time he had had feelings for her. Of course, he was the only person who knew that, as Legolas would have killed him. Oh god, Legolas was going to kill him!
~~~flashback~~~
"Aragorn, can you do me a favor?" a blonde elf asked his friend.
He nodded.
"My parents sent me and Hana a letter each," explained Legolas. "But they're both in the same envelope. I don't particularly want to give her it, but my parents will most likely disown me if I don't. Since I already see enough of her, do you think you could go and find her and give it to her?"
Legolas handed a cream colored piece of parchment to Aragorn. It was sealed with the Mirkwood royal family crest, and it was still intact.
"And don't make it too easy for her," Legolas continued. "Torment her a little first."
Aragorn grinned. He knew the drill. Heading down the boys dormitory steps to look for Hana, he overheard three boys discussing the very girl he was searching for.
"She ain't so bad to look at either!" one voice remarked.
"And she's got the whole royal thing going on. That'd earn me a view brownie points with my Dad!" the second voice commented.
"I thought that other elf was her lover, the blonde one," enquired the third.
The other two snorted with laughter.
"Nay Mirofar! He is her brother! You can hear them bicker all day long!" chortled the second voice.
Aragorn had to suppress a chuckle. That was certainly true enough.
"So she's up for the taking!" voice number one sniggered.
"Yeah, but she can fair protect herself," the second voice warned. "She can handle a bow and arrow like the best!"
"I'd be able to get her into bed the fasted!" boasted Mirofar.
Aragorn had heard enough about Hana's bed-time habits. Pushing open the door, he saw the three boys sat at a table, homework laid out in front of them. But he also saw what they had not. Just in side the corridor that lead to the common room from outside, was Hana. It was blatantly obvious that she had heard every word. Her face was a mixture of hurt and fury.
Quickly crossing the common room, he ushered her back outside.
"They were talking about me like I was just some.thing!" Hana stormed. "An object, like a picture on a wall!"
"Yes, but they were partly right," Aragorn interrupted.
A sharp pain in his nose reminded him that, to Hana, he was her brothers friend, and more likely to aggravate her than comfort her.
Raising his hands to his broken nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding, he continued with his sentence.
"Really. You ARE a princess, unless you and Legolas have been lying to me for all these years. You ARE pretty damn good with a bow and arrow, and you ARE." he paused. "beautiful.
Hana stared at him doubtfully. Narrowing her eyes, she waited for the punch line. When none came, she straightened out her eyes, and smiled softly.
"Thank you," she whispered.
She turned and walked away.
Aragorn felt strange. He had left the dormitory fully intending to make her life a living hell, and ended up calling her, amongst other things, beautiful. And he had meant every word.
He stared at the letter that he had forgotten to give to Hana. On the front, it said one simple word - 'Hana.'
~~~end flashback~~~
Aragorn reached up to his nose. There was a slight bump still, as there often is when a nose is broken. He was so lost in his memories that he did not hear the click of an arrow being notched into place until it was too late.
After Hana had gone, Aragorn thought about the princess. It wasn't the first time he had had feelings for her. Of course, he was the only person who knew that, as Legolas would have killed him. Oh god, Legolas was going to kill him!
~~~flashback~~~
"Aragorn, can you do me a favor?" a blonde elf asked his friend.
He nodded.
"My parents sent me and Hana a letter each," explained Legolas. "But they're both in the same envelope. I don't particularly want to give her it, but my parents will most likely disown me if I don't. Since I already see enough of her, do you think you could go and find her and give it to her?"
Legolas handed a cream colored piece of parchment to Aragorn. It was sealed with the Mirkwood royal family crest, and it was still intact.
"And don't make it too easy for her," Legolas continued. "Torment her a little first."
Aragorn grinned. He knew the drill. Heading down the boys dormitory steps to look for Hana, he overheard three boys discussing the very girl he was searching for.
"She ain't so bad to look at either!" one voice remarked.
"And she's got the whole royal thing going on. That'd earn me a view brownie points with my Dad!" the second voice commented.
"I thought that other elf was her lover, the blonde one," enquired the third.
The other two snorted with laughter.
"Nay Mirofar! He is her brother! You can hear them bicker all day long!" chortled the second voice.
Aragorn had to suppress a chuckle. That was certainly true enough.
"So she's up for the taking!" voice number one sniggered.
"Yeah, but she can fair protect herself," the second voice warned. "She can handle a bow and arrow like the best!"
"I'd be able to get her into bed the fasted!" boasted Mirofar.
Aragorn had heard enough about Hana's bed-time habits. Pushing open the door, he saw the three boys sat at a table, homework laid out in front of them. But he also saw what they had not. Just in side the corridor that lead to the common room from outside, was Hana. It was blatantly obvious that she had heard every word. Her face was a mixture of hurt and fury.
Quickly crossing the common room, he ushered her back outside.
"They were talking about me like I was just some.thing!" Hana stormed. "An object, like a picture on a wall!"
"Yes, but they were partly right," Aragorn interrupted.
A sharp pain in his nose reminded him that, to Hana, he was her brothers friend, and more likely to aggravate her than comfort her.
Raising his hands to his broken nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding, he continued with his sentence.
"Really. You ARE a princess, unless you and Legolas have been lying to me for all these years. You ARE pretty damn good with a bow and arrow, and you ARE." he paused. "beautiful.
Hana stared at him doubtfully. Narrowing her eyes, she waited for the punch line. When none came, she straightened out her eyes, and smiled softly.
"Thank you," she whispered.
She turned and walked away.
Aragorn felt strange. He had left the dormitory fully intending to make her life a living hell, and ended up calling her, amongst other things, beautiful. And he had meant every word.
He stared at the letter that he had forgotten to give to Hana. On the front, it said one simple word - 'Hana.'
~~~end flashback~~~
Aragorn reached up to his nose. There was a slight bump still, as there often is when a nose is broken. He was so lost in his memories that he did not hear the click of an arrow being notched into place until it was too late.