Disclaimer: I've said it before, I'll say it again! I make no claim to any of these characters, there likenesses, their names, their resemblances, their homes, their cars, their lives, their original personalities, their friends, their friends' friends, etc. I swear, I've never owned a copyright in my life!!


To the sole reviewer:


SilverNight7: Glad you like it enough to want more as fast as possible. Actually, writing stories isn't hard for me. Keeping the humor from becoming corny istthe hard part.


This chapter is dedicated to my friend Chase.


*Chapter 5: A Thief in the Golden Hall*


Aragorn was living in a nightmare! Eowyn was turning him into her own personal slave. Never mind the kisses she wanted every few hours...she was making him practice swordfighting (Aragorn was thankful they practiced where no-one could see Anduril) and TEACHING HIM TO KNIT!! Then, about two days into her blackmailing campaign....


"Ok, little king, time to kiss me again...." Eowyn said happily.


"Not again!" Aragorn moaned. Eowyn's face became stern.


"You want me to tell someone?"

"I mean, sorry, I said, yes again!"


"That's better..."


Eowyn pulled him in closer, but a bugle call cut through the air. They both looked at each other and ran in the direction of the sound. They followed the repeated calls to the Golden Hall, where almost everyone seemed to be assembled. Theoden called from his throne seat for their attention.


"Friends, we have a theif in our midst! He has robbed me of my crown! Now, he may or may not be here, but wherever he is, we must find him!"


"My lord, forget the crown!" said Aragorn. "It's not important. What is important is taking the people to Helms Deep. Each day you delay means one more day for the orcs to gather!"


Theoden stood up from his throne and walked over to stand in front of Aragorn.


"I...am...not...leaving...without...that...crown......so...there!" he said, emphasizing every word and raising his voice on "there."


Search parties were formed. The king's guards would handle the throne room and the rest of the building. Aragorn, along with Gimli and Legolas, would search the town. Aragorn called a young boy to him


"Tell Legolas take half the men and search the lower city. Gimli and I will take the upper half."


The boy nodded and ran off to find the elf. Gimli followed Aragorn, and with them went a number of men, to the upper city. After an hour of searching with no luck, Gimli and Aragorn looked around.


"These men all look the same to me!" said Gimli. "I can't tell the ones we've searched from the others!"


"I know!" said Aragorn. "We need the elf eyes of Legolas."


"Aye" said Gimli. "I shall run and fetch him."


Aragorn searched more homes while Gimli ran down to the lower city. After a few minutes he returned.


"He doesn't appear to be there" the dwarf said. "Nobody has seen him. Perhaps he didn't hear the call!"


"That could be. Let's find him, he should be easier to locate than a crown."


The pair ran back up to the Golden Hall, where they commenced their search for the elf. They had just about given up when Aragorn heard someone talking in a bathroom...in elvish?


The man and dwarf crept in. Legolas was standing in front of the full mirror, a shining suit of armor hung on his body, and the crown of King Theoden sat atop his head.


"Lirima, mellonamin, lirima!" said Legolas, adopting different poses in front of the mirror. (Lovely, my friend, lovely!)


"Lle naa i'cam'wethrin!" (You are the thief!)


Legolas jumped and spun around, the crown falling from his head and then dashed out of the door before Aragorn could grab him!


"Stop that elf!" shouted Gimli.


"Putta tanya edhel!" Aragorn screamed.