The name Hot Ranger Dude belongs to ME ME ME! I wish the person did but
sadly he belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Chapter 4: How Aragorn Came to Look (Sorta) Clean in the Council Of Elrond
After the cousins disappeared everyone just stood around, trying to look like they were doing something.
"Lord Elrond I think you should go wash off your face," Legolas offered helpfully, indicating Elrond's blue face. "I think that you may scare some of your people before the sun is set."
And what Legolas was saying was true for several elves had seen Elrond as they raced through the halls, and all of them had fainted quite dramatically.
"Quite right. But I think I shall remain here until those girls I return. I really do not want to leave Estel alone with them," Elrond said, worriedly glancing over the hedges.
"Why don't we go after them?" Boromir suggested. "One of them is like a hobbit. She is quite short."
All four hobbits glared daggers at him.
"What? It was just an observation," Boromir shrugged. "And the other one is wearing these.odd shoes. They are very high and I doubt she would have gotten far either."
"True what Boromir is saying. Let us follow them," Gandalf said and the yet- to-be-fellowship-minus-one-add-two raced after them.
"What are they going to do to him?" Frodo asked.
"I do not even want to think, young hobbit," Legolas called over his shoulder as he nimbly leapt down step after step.
He had barely known those two girls for a day and although they seemed quite harmless they acted a bit insane. Scratch that. They were altogether insane. Take for example, the younger but taller (A\N: mwahaha) girl had pounced on him the moment they'd stumbled into Lord Elrond's council and had addressed him by his full title after he'd given only his first name. And then she'd plopped down on his lap and had begun to talk about someone named Orlando Bloom?
Plus she'd stroked his blond hair and Legolas had been quite startled by that. He didn't want human hands ruining his lovely hair. After all he'd washed it only an hour before the council and then he'd just washed it again.
His lovely hair. He patted his hair lovingly ignoring the weird glances he was getting from the yet-to-be-fellowship-minus-one-add-two-minus-one.
And what were those girls' names again? He had heard the younger one introduce them to Lord Elrond that her name was Becky and the other was Missy but what kind of names were those? Those certainly could not be their proper names. But he had nothing else to call them besides those weird names and 'my lady' but those didn't seem too proper for those girls.
Finally they all reached panting, except for Legolas, Arwen and Elrond, the bottom of the stairs which broke off into a small stretch of sand and then a small crystal blue pool.
A little way down was a path of stepping-stones across the pool.
"Ooh." the Elves said in unison and dashed across the sand to the edge of the pool. There Arwen proceeded to pull out the sparkly barrette from her hair and fluff out her hair.
Legolas neatened the Elvish braids that hung behind his ears and smoothened his already-perfect-not-a-strand-outta-place hair.
Elrond rearranged his little gold circlet and took his pinky finger and began shaping out his eyebrows.
"Must look like candy canes. Must look like candy canes," he kept repeating.
"Look! Strider!" Frodo called and pointed across the pool and sure enough there was Aragorn, tied to a tree and he was soaking wet. He was also gagged. He looked a bit drowsy but was fighting it as best as he could. It seemed that Becky's body spray had had a serious effect on him and he was still clearly recuperating. The two girls were sitting on two stones not too far away from him digging through their bag.
The girls looked up when they heard Frodo call.
"Didn't I tell you boys to stay up there?" Becky asked, getting to her feet. She brandished two bottles in her hands.
"Ahem," Arwen pushed her hair back into the sparkly barrette and glared across the pool at Becky.
"And Elf-chick," Becky corrected.
"What is the meaning of this?" Elrond asked, hurrying forward.
"Nothing," Missy said, untying Aragorn from the tree and bringing him to the edge of the pool.
The cousins tossed him in headfirst and he hit the water with a splash, soaking everyone.
"Hey! Do you have any idea how long I had to comb my hair to get it like this?" Boromir asked, touching his hair that now hung limply and wet around his face.
"Three hours I tell you. Three!"
Legolas began shaking out like a dog and suddenly he was dry again.
He proceeded to smoothen back down his long blond hair and rearrange it.
Becky sighed dreamily until Missy poked her and the two dragged Aragorn to his knees in the water.
Missy pulled out the gag from Aragorn's mouth and before he had a chance to breath ducked his head under the water.
Becky popped opened the bottle and some thick gooey purple substance fell into the palm of her hand.
"Let my man go!" Arwen said and began leaping across the stones to get to him.
"Ooh. Where the heck did that come from?"
The yet-to-be-fellowship-minus-one-add-one ran after her.
They rushed to Aragorn's aid but Becky and Missy had already begun working the purple gooey substance into his hair.
"No!!" Aragorn sputtered, now fully awake, writhing in their grasps, soaking them with water. "Please no!"
"Knew we shouldn't have fully dumped him in those two times," Missy said.
"I didn't throw him in the first time," Becky said with wide innocent eyes. "I tripped on a stone and kinda let him go. So did you."
"I thought we'd stopped," Missy said, defensively.
"Whatever. Time to wash out this round," Becky said and dunked Aragorn's head under the water.
The once blue water turned purple and then an odd gray color.
"What's that?" Missy asked.
"All the grease in his hair," Becky said.
For now it had become obvious what the cousins had done to him.
They had done one of the two things Aragorn hated most: washing his hair.
The yet-to-be-fellowship-minus-one-add-two stood gaping as the cousins and Aragorn who had given up fighting and was just moaning pitifully.
"Think we should give it a second wash?" Missy asked, touching Aragorn's once greasy and slimy (^__^) hair but it was now soft and smelling like bouquets of flowers.
"Yeah and then for the conditioner," Becky said and she and Missy got to work scrubbing in a second round of shampoo.
They ducked him under again and he came out hissing and moaning. "My eyes!"
"You should've closed them," Missy said and lathered the conditioner into her hand.
They rubbed into Aragorn's hair and then they just dragged him back onto the sandy shore.
The cousins undid his restraints and they plopped down, exhausted on the rocks.
And Aragorn just poked miserably at his hair.
"Don't play with it," Becky snapped at Aragorn who immediately put down his hand.
"The conditioner needs to set and stay for awhile then we'll wash it out," Becky continued more gently but the Ranger looked even more frazzled.
"Melamin?" Arwen took his hand and murmured into his ear. "What is wrong?"
Becky and Missy, unknown to each other, began pantomiming that they were throwing up.
"There is a lovely smell on the air," Legolas said, leaning forward with his pretty little nose in the air.
Becky sighed dreamily and launched herself at him.
"That is the scent of Hot Ranger Dude's shampoo," Becky said, hugging the life out of the poor Elf.
"Becky, don't confuse him even more. Poor thing's probably never even heard of shampoo," Missy scolded.
"Shampoo? Of course I have heard of shampoo," Legolas said, staring at Missy as if she was mad. (A\N: Which she is!!! *Gets knocked on head with piece of wood by Missy*) "'Tis the best thing ever invented. Oh shampooooooooooooooo."
Legolas sighed and gazed at his long blond hair. Missy was sure he would've stroked it except for the fact that Becky had both his arms pinned firmly to his side.
"Okay Becky I think you should let him go now," Missy said coming to the aid of Legolas.
She grabbed the back of Becky's dress and pulled her away from Legolas who backed as far away as he possibly could to Aragorn's side.
"How is he?" Legolas asked Arwen softly.
She had been muttering sweet Elvish nothings into his ear and patting his hand because she could do nothing more as 'Daddy dearest' was shooting them a dangerous look.
"It does not look so good," Arwen said.
"Oh will the Ranger stop being such a baby? Sheesh," Becky said, stalking up to them and shoving Arwen quite roughly and shifted Legolas aside gently.
"I think the conditioner has set enough," Becky said. She motioned Missy over and the cousins gently grabbed Aragorn and hauled him to the edge of the water.
"Don't worry. You're going to be alright," Missy said, trying to comfort the Ranger who had begun to whimper.
"C'mon my little future King of Gondor, Aragorn son of Arathorn. Elessar," Becky hissed in his ear before she quite realized what she was doing.
Aragorn looked at her in surprise. The only people that knew what he was were Legolas, Gandalf, Elrond and Arwen. Nobody else could possibly know. Could they?
Becky smiled and Aragorn, still wondering, was tossed headfirst back into the water.
They tugged him back to the surface and washed out the conditioner.
"Ooh. Shiny," Frodo said as they dragged Aragorn back up unto the shore and placed him at the base of a large tree. He gaped at Aragorn's hair.
"Doesn't he look pretty?" Becky cooed, patting Aragorn's head.
"Must trust them. Must trust fangirls," Aragorn kept repeating to himself.
"Okay Missy let's get to work," Becky said, digging through the sack.
She produced a small thing with an odd shape. It was spattered with spots and it had a black background while the spots were brown.
She pressed something on it and it whirred to life.
The yet-to-be-fellowship-add-two jumped in surprise.
Gandalf's hand tightened around his staff, Boromir unsheathed his sword, Aragorn pulled a knife out of his robes and Legolas pulled out his bow and arrows from the Valar knows where. The hobbits all drew their little swords.
"Where the heck were those?" Missy asked gaping at them. Especially at the quite sharp dagger Aragorn had pulled out.
"I never go anywhere unarmed," said Legolas gazing at the thing Becky held. What was that strange wizardry? He had never seen anything like it before.
"Oh this," Becky said, waving the thing and everyone took a step back. "This my boys and Elf-Chick is a hairdryer."
"A what?" Sam said.
"It's a hairdryer," Becky repeated. "Like, duh. You use it to dry your hair."
She gestured to Missy who held Aragorn down against the tree.
Becky pulled out a brush from the bag and began to brush Aragorn's hair.
"Cousin dearest it's stuck!" Becky exclaimed, tugging furiously at the brush handle that refused to come out from Aragorn's hair.
"We washed his hair but still it's in serious need of brushing," Missy said, letting go of Aragorn and began tugging at the handle.
Together the cousins unearthed the brush and they began to slowly brush out Aragorn's hair.
"It's alright Estel," Becky said. "It's just a brush. Gonna brush your hair nicely, okay? Gonna make it pretty but not as pretty as Leggy's." She winked at Legolas who looked horrified.
"How do you do that?" Arwen asked. "I've been trying to get him that still since he was BORN to brush and wash his hair."
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of-" Becky immediately clamped both hands over her mouth. "What I meant to say was it's a gift that I possess."
"Right," everyone eyed her strangely.
"I think it's time we blow dry," Missy said, holding up the blow dryer.
"Yep I think so too," Becky went over to the edge of the pool and filled a little silver bowl she'd filched from Elrond's room. She got a towel and the brush and the two girls closed around Aragorn who despite himself began to scream.
*** Six hours later.
The hobbits were sitting at the edge of the pond, eating sausages; Boromir had fallen asleep with his hair in the water (tehehee); Legolas, Arwen and Elrond were trading beauty secrets; Gimli was sharpening his axe on a rock much to the distaste of Elrond and Gandalf was sitting smoking his pipe when the two girls finally moved away from Aragorn.
"I present to you the new and improved Strider," Becky said, gesturing over her shoulder and a figure came forward.
The yet-to-be-fellowship-add-two-minus-one gasped simultaneously.
The hobbits stopped eating *gasp*, Boromir woke up to discover he had a head cold, Gimli dropped the axe on his foot, Gandalf stopped smoking his pipe and Legolas blinked.
Arwen and Elrond stopped talking about cucumbers and stared.
A tall man with glossy black hair that fell in slight waves to his shoulder stood before them.
A nervous smile broke out across his face.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"Estel?" Elrond asked, blinking in amazement.
"Yes?" Aragorn said. "It is I."
"By the Valar, he's almost as clean as I am!" Legolas exclaimed gazing in shock at Aragorn.
For the Ranger was almost as clean as Legolas. His hair was brushed, blow- dried and washed, his face was clean (well as clean as you can get if all you have with you is face cleansing cloths and a bowl of water) and his hands were clean. There was absolutely no dirt on his hands save for the little bit under his fingernails that were way too far for Becky to reach.
"Melamin!" Arwen ran forward and embraced him. "You look wonderful."
Missy let out a loud wail which made everyone turn to look at her oddly.
"What?" Becky asked. "Doesn't he look positively hot-ter?"
"I liked him better dirty," Missy sniffled. "I mean he is still hot clean but he was the rugged dirty ranger not the clean ranger!"
Missy burst into full-fledged tears and began to trumpet her nose in a tissue.
Aragorn made his way over to her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"Did you not wish for me to look like this.Missy?" he said awkwardly.
"Well yeah because you know I thought you'd look even better," Missy sniffled. "But you don't!!!! I liked you much more when you were dirty. You're meant to be dirty!"
The Ranger looked a bit lost but then an idea struck him and he leaned over and whispered something into Missy's ear.
Missy smiled slowly and then broke out into a full-fledged grin. She launched herself at Aragorn and hugged him tight.
"Awww. Group hug," Becky hugged Aragorn.
"Ahem. That is my dirty-Oops sorry. Clean man," Arwen said, thumping her foot.
"Hello honey. He's gonna l-" Becky trailed off. "Whoopsy. We don't see that till The Two Towers. But anyway he doesn't really.um.thing because he's in the Return of The King." Everyone looked at her strangely.
"Becky I think you should shut up now," Missy said.
"Yeah I agree. Now since Ranger Dude is clean can we get to the feast part?" Becky said. "I'm hungryyyyyy."
"If you insist," Elrond said, heading towards the flight of stairs. "Come. Legolas and Arwen, we shall discuss. beauty later."
"Ooh," Becky said, letting go of Aragorn and hooking onto Legolas' arm. "You're beautiful enough. You don't need beauty secrets but if you want I can tell you EVERYTHING I know."
Out of nowhere a huge book appeared in Becky's free hand nearly toppling her over.
On the cover in sparkly pink letters read "Becky's Beauty Book."
"Ooh," Arwen appeared at Becky's side. "Pretty pink."
"Yes so dears. Let's start with the basics for Elves: the hair. Now you know your hair has to be-" Becky droned on and on to the very interested Arwen and Legolas (who couldn't help but overhear) as they headed up the stairs.
"Good Lord," Missy rolled her eyes and quickly followed. ~~*~~ Translations: Melamin-my love
Well what do you think? Love, hate? Love, hate? Love, love, love? REVIEW pleez. Oh and A\N: I will be referring to Elrond and Arwen as Elves even though they are Half-Elves but it would be really annoying to type The Elf and two Half-Elves? Dontcha think?
Chapter 4: How Aragorn Came to Look (Sorta) Clean in the Council Of Elrond
After the cousins disappeared everyone just stood around, trying to look like they were doing something.
"Lord Elrond I think you should go wash off your face," Legolas offered helpfully, indicating Elrond's blue face. "I think that you may scare some of your people before the sun is set."
And what Legolas was saying was true for several elves had seen Elrond as they raced through the halls, and all of them had fainted quite dramatically.
"Quite right. But I think I shall remain here until those girls I return. I really do not want to leave Estel alone with them," Elrond said, worriedly glancing over the hedges.
"Why don't we go after them?" Boromir suggested. "One of them is like a hobbit. She is quite short."
All four hobbits glared daggers at him.
"What? It was just an observation," Boromir shrugged. "And the other one is wearing these.odd shoes. They are very high and I doubt she would have gotten far either."
"True what Boromir is saying. Let us follow them," Gandalf said and the yet- to-be-fellowship-minus-one-add-two raced after them.
"What are they going to do to him?" Frodo asked.
"I do not even want to think, young hobbit," Legolas called over his shoulder as he nimbly leapt down step after step.
He had barely known those two girls for a day and although they seemed quite harmless they acted a bit insane. Scratch that. They were altogether insane. Take for example, the younger but taller (A\N: mwahaha) girl had pounced on him the moment they'd stumbled into Lord Elrond's council and had addressed him by his full title after he'd given only his first name. And then she'd plopped down on his lap and had begun to talk about someone named Orlando Bloom?
Plus she'd stroked his blond hair and Legolas had been quite startled by that. He didn't want human hands ruining his lovely hair. After all he'd washed it only an hour before the council and then he'd just washed it again.
His lovely hair. He patted his hair lovingly ignoring the weird glances he was getting from the yet-to-be-fellowship-minus-one-add-two-minus-one.
And what were those girls' names again? He had heard the younger one introduce them to Lord Elrond that her name was Becky and the other was Missy but what kind of names were those? Those certainly could not be their proper names. But he had nothing else to call them besides those weird names and 'my lady' but those didn't seem too proper for those girls.
Finally they all reached panting, except for Legolas, Arwen and Elrond, the bottom of the stairs which broke off into a small stretch of sand and then a small crystal blue pool.
A little way down was a path of stepping-stones across the pool.
"Ooh." the Elves said in unison and dashed across the sand to the edge of the pool. There Arwen proceeded to pull out the sparkly barrette from her hair and fluff out her hair.
Legolas neatened the Elvish braids that hung behind his ears and smoothened his already-perfect-not-a-strand-outta-place hair.
Elrond rearranged his little gold circlet and took his pinky finger and began shaping out his eyebrows.
"Must look like candy canes. Must look like candy canes," he kept repeating.
"Look! Strider!" Frodo called and pointed across the pool and sure enough there was Aragorn, tied to a tree and he was soaking wet. He was also gagged. He looked a bit drowsy but was fighting it as best as he could. It seemed that Becky's body spray had had a serious effect on him and he was still clearly recuperating. The two girls were sitting on two stones not too far away from him digging through their bag.
The girls looked up when they heard Frodo call.
"Didn't I tell you boys to stay up there?" Becky asked, getting to her feet. She brandished two bottles in her hands.
"Ahem," Arwen pushed her hair back into the sparkly barrette and glared across the pool at Becky.
"And Elf-chick," Becky corrected.
"What is the meaning of this?" Elrond asked, hurrying forward.
"Nothing," Missy said, untying Aragorn from the tree and bringing him to the edge of the pool.
The cousins tossed him in headfirst and he hit the water with a splash, soaking everyone.
"Hey! Do you have any idea how long I had to comb my hair to get it like this?" Boromir asked, touching his hair that now hung limply and wet around his face.
"Three hours I tell you. Three!"
Legolas began shaking out like a dog and suddenly he was dry again.
He proceeded to smoothen back down his long blond hair and rearrange it.
Becky sighed dreamily until Missy poked her and the two dragged Aragorn to his knees in the water.
Missy pulled out the gag from Aragorn's mouth and before he had a chance to breath ducked his head under the water.
Becky popped opened the bottle and some thick gooey purple substance fell into the palm of her hand.
"Let my man go!" Arwen said and began leaping across the stones to get to him.
"Ooh. Where the heck did that come from?"
The yet-to-be-fellowship-minus-one-add-one ran after her.
They rushed to Aragorn's aid but Becky and Missy had already begun working the purple gooey substance into his hair.
"No!!" Aragorn sputtered, now fully awake, writhing in their grasps, soaking them with water. "Please no!"
"Knew we shouldn't have fully dumped him in those two times," Missy said.
"I didn't throw him in the first time," Becky said with wide innocent eyes. "I tripped on a stone and kinda let him go. So did you."
"I thought we'd stopped," Missy said, defensively.
"Whatever. Time to wash out this round," Becky said and dunked Aragorn's head under the water.
The once blue water turned purple and then an odd gray color.
"What's that?" Missy asked.
"All the grease in his hair," Becky said.
For now it had become obvious what the cousins had done to him.
They had done one of the two things Aragorn hated most: washing his hair.
The yet-to-be-fellowship-minus-one-add-two stood gaping as the cousins and Aragorn who had given up fighting and was just moaning pitifully.
"Think we should give it a second wash?" Missy asked, touching Aragorn's once greasy and slimy (^__^) hair but it was now soft and smelling like bouquets of flowers.
"Yeah and then for the conditioner," Becky said and she and Missy got to work scrubbing in a second round of shampoo.
They ducked him under again and he came out hissing and moaning. "My eyes!"
"You should've closed them," Missy said and lathered the conditioner into her hand.
They rubbed into Aragorn's hair and then they just dragged him back onto the sandy shore.
The cousins undid his restraints and they plopped down, exhausted on the rocks.
And Aragorn just poked miserably at his hair.
"Don't play with it," Becky snapped at Aragorn who immediately put down his hand.
"The conditioner needs to set and stay for awhile then we'll wash it out," Becky continued more gently but the Ranger looked even more frazzled.
"Melamin?" Arwen took his hand and murmured into his ear. "What is wrong?"
Becky and Missy, unknown to each other, began pantomiming that they were throwing up.
"There is a lovely smell on the air," Legolas said, leaning forward with his pretty little nose in the air.
Becky sighed dreamily and launched herself at him.
"That is the scent of Hot Ranger Dude's shampoo," Becky said, hugging the life out of the poor Elf.
"Becky, don't confuse him even more. Poor thing's probably never even heard of shampoo," Missy scolded.
"Shampoo? Of course I have heard of shampoo," Legolas said, staring at Missy as if she was mad. (A\N: Which she is!!! *Gets knocked on head with piece of wood by Missy*) "'Tis the best thing ever invented. Oh shampooooooooooooooo."
Legolas sighed and gazed at his long blond hair. Missy was sure he would've stroked it except for the fact that Becky had both his arms pinned firmly to his side.
"Okay Becky I think you should let him go now," Missy said coming to the aid of Legolas.
She grabbed the back of Becky's dress and pulled her away from Legolas who backed as far away as he possibly could to Aragorn's side.
"How is he?" Legolas asked Arwen softly.
She had been muttering sweet Elvish nothings into his ear and patting his hand because she could do nothing more as 'Daddy dearest' was shooting them a dangerous look.
"It does not look so good," Arwen said.
"Oh will the Ranger stop being such a baby? Sheesh," Becky said, stalking up to them and shoving Arwen quite roughly and shifted Legolas aside gently.
"I think the conditioner has set enough," Becky said. She motioned Missy over and the cousins gently grabbed Aragorn and hauled him to the edge of the water.
"Don't worry. You're going to be alright," Missy said, trying to comfort the Ranger who had begun to whimper.
"C'mon my little future King of Gondor, Aragorn son of Arathorn. Elessar," Becky hissed in his ear before she quite realized what she was doing.
Aragorn looked at her in surprise. The only people that knew what he was were Legolas, Gandalf, Elrond and Arwen. Nobody else could possibly know. Could they?
Becky smiled and Aragorn, still wondering, was tossed headfirst back into the water.
They tugged him back to the surface and washed out the conditioner.
"Ooh. Shiny," Frodo said as they dragged Aragorn back up unto the shore and placed him at the base of a large tree. He gaped at Aragorn's hair.
"Doesn't he look pretty?" Becky cooed, patting Aragorn's head.
"Must trust them. Must trust fangirls," Aragorn kept repeating to himself.
"Okay Missy let's get to work," Becky said, digging through the sack.
She produced a small thing with an odd shape. It was spattered with spots and it had a black background while the spots were brown.
She pressed something on it and it whirred to life.
The yet-to-be-fellowship-add-two jumped in surprise.
Gandalf's hand tightened around his staff, Boromir unsheathed his sword, Aragorn pulled a knife out of his robes and Legolas pulled out his bow and arrows from the Valar knows where. The hobbits all drew their little swords.
"Where the heck were those?" Missy asked gaping at them. Especially at the quite sharp dagger Aragorn had pulled out.
"I never go anywhere unarmed," said Legolas gazing at the thing Becky held. What was that strange wizardry? He had never seen anything like it before.
"Oh this," Becky said, waving the thing and everyone took a step back. "This my boys and Elf-Chick is a hairdryer."
"A what?" Sam said.
"It's a hairdryer," Becky repeated. "Like, duh. You use it to dry your hair."
She gestured to Missy who held Aragorn down against the tree.
Becky pulled out a brush from the bag and began to brush Aragorn's hair.
"Cousin dearest it's stuck!" Becky exclaimed, tugging furiously at the brush handle that refused to come out from Aragorn's hair.
"We washed his hair but still it's in serious need of brushing," Missy said, letting go of Aragorn and began tugging at the handle.
Together the cousins unearthed the brush and they began to slowly brush out Aragorn's hair.
"It's alright Estel," Becky said. "It's just a brush. Gonna brush your hair nicely, okay? Gonna make it pretty but not as pretty as Leggy's." She winked at Legolas who looked horrified.
"How do you do that?" Arwen asked. "I've been trying to get him that still since he was BORN to brush and wash his hair."
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of-" Becky immediately clamped both hands over her mouth. "What I meant to say was it's a gift that I possess."
"Right," everyone eyed her strangely.
"I think it's time we blow dry," Missy said, holding up the blow dryer.
"Yep I think so too," Becky went over to the edge of the pool and filled a little silver bowl she'd filched from Elrond's room. She got a towel and the brush and the two girls closed around Aragorn who despite himself began to scream.
*** Six hours later.
The hobbits were sitting at the edge of the pond, eating sausages; Boromir had fallen asleep with his hair in the water (tehehee); Legolas, Arwen and Elrond were trading beauty secrets; Gimli was sharpening his axe on a rock much to the distaste of Elrond and Gandalf was sitting smoking his pipe when the two girls finally moved away from Aragorn.
"I present to you the new and improved Strider," Becky said, gesturing over her shoulder and a figure came forward.
The yet-to-be-fellowship-add-two-minus-one gasped simultaneously.
The hobbits stopped eating *gasp*, Boromir woke up to discover he had a head cold, Gimli dropped the axe on his foot, Gandalf stopped smoking his pipe and Legolas blinked.
Arwen and Elrond stopped talking about cucumbers and stared.
A tall man with glossy black hair that fell in slight waves to his shoulder stood before them.
A nervous smile broke out across his face.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"Estel?" Elrond asked, blinking in amazement.
"Yes?" Aragorn said. "It is I."
"By the Valar, he's almost as clean as I am!" Legolas exclaimed gazing in shock at Aragorn.
For the Ranger was almost as clean as Legolas. His hair was brushed, blow- dried and washed, his face was clean (well as clean as you can get if all you have with you is face cleansing cloths and a bowl of water) and his hands were clean. There was absolutely no dirt on his hands save for the little bit under his fingernails that were way too far for Becky to reach.
"Melamin!" Arwen ran forward and embraced him. "You look wonderful."
Missy let out a loud wail which made everyone turn to look at her oddly.
"What?" Becky asked. "Doesn't he look positively hot-ter?"
"I liked him better dirty," Missy sniffled. "I mean he is still hot clean but he was the rugged dirty ranger not the clean ranger!"
Missy burst into full-fledged tears and began to trumpet her nose in a tissue.
Aragorn made his way over to her and placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
"Did you not wish for me to look like this.Missy?" he said awkwardly.
"Well yeah because you know I thought you'd look even better," Missy sniffled. "But you don't!!!! I liked you much more when you were dirty. You're meant to be dirty!"
The Ranger looked a bit lost but then an idea struck him and he leaned over and whispered something into Missy's ear.
Missy smiled slowly and then broke out into a full-fledged grin. She launched herself at Aragorn and hugged him tight.
"Awww. Group hug," Becky hugged Aragorn.
"Ahem. That is my dirty-Oops sorry. Clean man," Arwen said, thumping her foot.
"Hello honey. He's gonna l-" Becky trailed off. "Whoopsy. We don't see that till The Two Towers. But anyway he doesn't really.um.thing because he's in the Return of The King." Everyone looked at her strangely.
"Becky I think you should shut up now," Missy said.
"Yeah I agree. Now since Ranger Dude is clean can we get to the feast part?" Becky said. "I'm hungryyyyyy."
"If you insist," Elrond said, heading towards the flight of stairs. "Come. Legolas and Arwen, we shall discuss. beauty later."
"Ooh," Becky said, letting go of Aragorn and hooking onto Legolas' arm. "You're beautiful enough. You don't need beauty secrets but if you want I can tell you EVERYTHING I know."
Out of nowhere a huge book appeared in Becky's free hand nearly toppling her over.
On the cover in sparkly pink letters read "Becky's Beauty Book."
"Ooh," Arwen appeared at Becky's side. "Pretty pink."
"Yes so dears. Let's start with the basics for Elves: the hair. Now you know your hair has to be-" Becky droned on and on to the very interested Arwen and Legolas (who couldn't help but overhear) as they headed up the stairs.
"Good Lord," Missy rolled her eyes and quickly followed. ~~*~~ Translations: Melamin-my love
Well what do you think? Love, hate? Love, hate? Love, love, love? REVIEW pleez. Oh and A\N: I will be referring to Elrond and Arwen as Elves even though they are Half-Elves but it would be really annoying to type The Elf and two Half-Elves? Dontcha think?