A/N: sorry I haven't written for ages!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to J. R .R. Tolkien.
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"I know it's in here somewhere!" called Arwen from her wardrobe. Aragorn was sitting very nervously on the edge of her bed. He looked at all the dresses on the floor. He had tried almost every dress that Arwen owned, and none of them seemed to fit. If this one didn't…
"Here it is!" yelled Arwen triumphantly as she walked out of the wardrobe. She was wearing a huge grin that spread from one side of her face to the other. She was brandishing a pink mini-dress with spaghetti straps, and 'Angel' slashed across the front in big silver letters. Aragorn took one look at the dress and gazed into Arwen's eyes pleadingly.
"Are you sure that you don't have any…"
"Of course I'm sure," interrupted Arwen, "I do know the contents of my wardrobe. Besides, if you don't like it, we could always go shopping in some nice girly shops…"
Aragorn's face showed an expression of pure horror as he snatched the dress from Arwen's hand and literally leaped into the bathroom.
'You can't blame the guy for wanting to keep his reputation.' thought Arwen. 'It's a shame though, it would be hilarious to drag him around Topshop…' Arwen's thought's continued down this path until Aragorn emerged from the bathroom cautiously. He looked ridiculous. Arwen had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. 'Well it's a good thing that I'm taking him shopping!' she thought.
"I think we have a winner!" she smiled.
"It appears so!" replied Aragorn, obviously not as chuffed as Arwen had appeared.
'Pity' thought Arwen, 'I liked that dress.' She glanced at the clock, and sidled over to Aragorn, pushing him up against the wall and kissing him passionately. When they broke apart, Aragorn looked shocked.
"What was that for?" he asked confused.
Arwen smirked. "We still have an hour before we're meant to be downstairs." she said suggestively.
Aragorn smiled and kissed her back, just as passionately.
"I'm sorry darling, but that dress is going to have to come off!" she said breathlessly, and riped it right down the middle.
***
Forty-five minutes later, when they had redressed, Aragorn looked sadly upon the dress that he was supposed to be wearing, which was now nothing more than mere tatters.
"I guess we're going to have to go shopping after all!" remarked Arwen, grinning.
***
Topshop was really quiet for a Saturday afternoon. There seemed to be hardly anyone there at all. Aragorn was hiding behind Arwen, trying not to be seen.
Arwen rolled her eyes. She looked around for the dresses. Suddenly she laughed. It appeared that they were not alone. Over in the dress section, rooting through the rows undoubtedly looking for something his size, was Legolas. He already had half a dozen short skirts in his hand, and he was humming 'Barbie Girl' to himself. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
"Afternoon Legolas!" called Arwen. Legolas looked up worried, then smiled as he recognised the speaker.
"Hello Arwen." he replied as she walked over to him.
"I assume that you are here for the same purpose that we are?" she enquired, looking quizzically at the rapidly growing amount of coat-hangers that Legolas clutched.
"Yes, I think that you assume correctly." he answered.
"I came to buy Aragorn a dress, and give him a few pointers." said Arwen.
"Well, where is he then?" Legolas asked rather puzzled.
"What do you…" Arwen began, then stopped as she looked behind her. Legolas was right. Aragorn had vanished. Arwen scanned the store, and paused when she spotted him ogling at the lingerie. "Aragorn!" she called sharply. Aragorn turned round, went bright red, and ran over.
"Sorry!" he apologised.
"It's alright." she assured him. "Erm…I think that I might leave you two here to get on with it, while I go and get myself some stuff that I need."
Aragorn looked at her worried. "Please don't leave me with him!" he whispered. Arwen laughed.
"I'll meet you in Costa in an hour." she called as she turned around.
"Cheerio!" Legolas called, then looked at Aragorn with a big smile on his face. "This'll be fun…"
***
Arwen was waiting for them when the two men arrived, each presenting a full Topshop bag. Arwen smiled and gestured for them to sit down, as she ordered them some coffee. As he sat down, Aragorn noticed that Arwen had four bags with her.
"What did you get?" he asked.
"Well, I got a new bra from La Senza, after what happened yesterday afternoon," at this Aragorn blushed, but Arwen continued. "And I got my costume from BHS, some shoes from Paris, and some make-up and leg wax from Boots."
Legolas made a face at this last remark. Arwen spotted it and added one last comment.
"The wax is for you two, as your legs are so hairy! I thought that I'd take the liberty." Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other in horror.
"Leg wax?" they both moaned.
"Come on," she said raising an eyebrow over her coffee cup, "I thought that you two were grown men!"
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to J. R .R. Tolkien.
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"I know it's in here somewhere!" called Arwen from her wardrobe. Aragorn was sitting very nervously on the edge of her bed. He looked at all the dresses on the floor. He had tried almost every dress that Arwen owned, and none of them seemed to fit. If this one didn't…
"Here it is!" yelled Arwen triumphantly as she walked out of the wardrobe. She was wearing a huge grin that spread from one side of her face to the other. She was brandishing a pink mini-dress with spaghetti straps, and 'Angel' slashed across the front in big silver letters. Aragorn took one look at the dress and gazed into Arwen's eyes pleadingly.
"Are you sure that you don't have any…"
"Of course I'm sure," interrupted Arwen, "I do know the contents of my wardrobe. Besides, if you don't like it, we could always go shopping in some nice girly shops…"
Aragorn's face showed an expression of pure horror as he snatched the dress from Arwen's hand and literally leaped into the bathroom.
'You can't blame the guy for wanting to keep his reputation.' thought Arwen. 'It's a shame though, it would be hilarious to drag him around Topshop…' Arwen's thought's continued down this path until Aragorn emerged from the bathroom cautiously. He looked ridiculous. Arwen had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. 'Well it's a good thing that I'm taking him shopping!' she thought.
"I think we have a winner!" she smiled.
"It appears so!" replied Aragorn, obviously not as chuffed as Arwen had appeared.
'Pity' thought Arwen, 'I liked that dress.' She glanced at the clock, and sidled over to Aragorn, pushing him up against the wall and kissing him passionately. When they broke apart, Aragorn looked shocked.
"What was that for?" he asked confused.
Arwen smirked. "We still have an hour before we're meant to be downstairs." she said suggestively.
Aragorn smiled and kissed her back, just as passionately.
"I'm sorry darling, but that dress is going to have to come off!" she said breathlessly, and riped it right down the middle.
***
Forty-five minutes later, when they had redressed, Aragorn looked sadly upon the dress that he was supposed to be wearing, which was now nothing more than mere tatters.
"I guess we're going to have to go shopping after all!" remarked Arwen, grinning.
***
Topshop was really quiet for a Saturday afternoon. There seemed to be hardly anyone there at all. Aragorn was hiding behind Arwen, trying not to be seen.
Arwen rolled her eyes. She looked around for the dresses. Suddenly she laughed. It appeared that they were not alone. Over in the dress section, rooting through the rows undoubtedly looking for something his size, was Legolas. He already had half a dozen short skirts in his hand, and he was humming 'Barbie Girl' to himself. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
"Afternoon Legolas!" called Arwen. Legolas looked up worried, then smiled as he recognised the speaker.
"Hello Arwen." he replied as she walked over to him.
"I assume that you are here for the same purpose that we are?" she enquired, looking quizzically at the rapidly growing amount of coat-hangers that Legolas clutched.
"Yes, I think that you assume correctly." he answered.
"I came to buy Aragorn a dress, and give him a few pointers." said Arwen.
"Well, where is he then?" Legolas asked rather puzzled.
"What do you…" Arwen began, then stopped as she looked behind her. Legolas was right. Aragorn had vanished. Arwen scanned the store, and paused when she spotted him ogling at the lingerie. "Aragorn!" she called sharply. Aragorn turned round, went bright red, and ran over.
"Sorry!" he apologised.
"It's alright." she assured him. "Erm…I think that I might leave you two here to get on with it, while I go and get myself some stuff that I need."
Aragorn looked at her worried. "Please don't leave me with him!" he whispered. Arwen laughed.
"I'll meet you in Costa in an hour." she called as she turned around.
"Cheerio!" Legolas called, then looked at Aragorn with a big smile on his face. "This'll be fun…"
***
Arwen was waiting for them when the two men arrived, each presenting a full Topshop bag. Arwen smiled and gestured for them to sit down, as she ordered them some coffee. As he sat down, Aragorn noticed that Arwen had four bags with her.
"What did you get?" he asked.
"Well, I got a new bra from La Senza, after what happened yesterday afternoon," at this Aragorn blushed, but Arwen continued. "And I got my costume from BHS, some shoes from Paris, and some make-up and leg wax from Boots."
Legolas made a face at this last remark. Arwen spotted it and added one last comment.
"The wax is for you two, as your legs are so hairy! I thought that I'd take the liberty." Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other in horror.
"Leg wax?" they both moaned.
"Come on," she said raising an eyebrow over her coffee cup, "I thought that you two were grown men!"