The Party (well, sort of)

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Thanks to: elfgirl for being my first reviewer!

Legolas is nearly dragging Aragorn into the local pub.

"No, no. Remember what happened the last time I drank? It took whole month for my eyebrows to grow back."

"Don't worry. What's the worst that can happen?"

Aragorn sighs and allows the Elf to lead him into the pub. Once inside Legolas spots a table in the far corner and points towards it. "Over there, Aragorn", he says as he pulls on Aragorn's arm so the Human will follow him. They sit down and soon enough a rather large bartender walks up to the table.

"What will it be, sirs", the man asks.

"The largest mug of ale for my friend here", Legolas relies as he smacks Aragorn on the back.

"I will be back in a few minutes." Legolas nods.

"I don't knoe if I should be drinking", Aragorn tells Legolas.

"Don't be silly, you need to loosen up a little and have some fun!"

The bartender returns to the table with the mug of ale. He sets down a mug about the size of Aragron's head in front of the Human. Aragorn just stares at the mug, wondering if anyone could ever drink that much ale.

"Enjoy", the bartender says and leaves to take other costumers' orders.

"Well, that's a huge mug", Legolas states in a deadpan tone.

Aragorn just shrugs and lifts up the mug to his mouth. He gulps down the powerful drink; most of it ending up on his face and soaking his shirt. After a moment he sets the mug down.

"Whoa, now that's some good ale!" Aragorn shakes his head to try and clear it. He lets out a loud belch.

[One hour later…]

Aragorn is now on his second large mug of ale and his definitely drunk. He rambles on in a drunken slur as Legolas rests his head on his hand as he tries to seem interested.

"Ya know, Legolash, nevah get married. Don't get wrong *hic* the sex with Arwen is great." Now Legolas is paying full attention to what he is saying. "But", Aragorn contines, "I don't *hic* know if I'm willin' to co… com…" "Commit", Legolas finishes Aragorn's sentence.

 "Yesh." Aragorn takes another swig of his ale and looks back at Legolas. He points a wobbly finger at the Elf.

"Have I ever told ya I looove ya?" Aragorn scoots closer to Legolas who edges away from the drunk Human. "Oh come on, Leggie, ya look soo *hic* beautiful tonight."

At the end of the sentence a wad of spit escapes Aragorn's mouth and lands square in the center of Legolas's forehead. All Legolas could do is look up at the drool slowly leaves a clear trail down his brow.

Aragorn laughs hysterically at Legolas. Then he suddenly stops and falls backwards off the bench. He begins to snore loudly.

Legolas wipes the spit off with his sleeve. He puts his head in his hand and thinks, "what have I done?"

TBC…

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