Part III Heir of Gondor's thrones greatest adventure
It was night fall and everyone was gathered around the fire, not only for warmth but also for the food, they were all happily eating in silence. After everything was polished off and the dishes cleaned, the Fellowship sat around chatting. "Im bored. There is nothing to do out here." Pippin whined mostly to Merry but Legolas had heard him.
"Would anyone like to hear an amusing story?" He said eyes sparkling. Giving the elf a skeptical look, Aragorn said nothing. "Sure! There is nothing better to do, and I think Mr. Frodo will enjoy it." Samwise said speaking up. Frodo nudged him playfully. "Stop calling me Mr. Frodo."
"Anyway, when our Strider here was just a wee little lad…." Legolas was immediately interrupted. "Now Legolas, I am sure they do not want to hear about my childhood. It was rather boring…" "Oh was it now? I remember it being quite amusing." "Please go on Elf. We want to hear it." Gimli said gruffly. "Which do you want to hear? When young Strider here got drunk and had many adventures? Or his first Hunting lesson?" He smiled rather evilly.
"You will not tell either if you know what's good for you." Aragorn tried to sound threatening, but it did not deter the Elf's story telling. "Ok then perhaps I shall tell both…." "Nah the drunken one sounds fine for now. You can tell the other later." Merry said excited
"Okay now, Listen. This was back when the young Strider here was about… Ten years old or so in human years. He was living with Elrond and the twins, when the twins decided it was about time that he had tried wine. Mind you they were at one of Elrond's high class parties. Not a very wise decision on their part, but highly amusing on mine. Anyway, they gave him way too much, about four goblets full. He was pissed before the hour was up."
Legolas was enjoying this, too much. "He was indeed so drunk…."
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Young Aragorn had stumbled through the crowd of elves, accidentally tripping over one of their feet and sliding a few feet, landing in an inopportune position. Just under the skirt of a particularly snobbish, yet very beautiful elf. "What is this..child" she spat rather distastefully, "doing under my dress?!" She shrieked for all to hear. "Get away! Get away!" She kicked him rather hard in the chest as she stormed off muttering about drunken filthy men.
Quickly getting to his feet he smiled dumbly at all the people around him. Getting glares from some elves, he scampered away swaying slightly. He ran into , literally, Legolas. "hey there hot stuff. Wanna go hunting with me?" Waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Why, no thank you midget. Id rather not. Anyway," Legolas could smell the alcohol on his breath from a few feet back. "have you been drinking?" He asked eyebrow raised slightly. "Yeah… didn't have much though. Only a wee bit." He said swaying slightly on the spot. "Define a wee bit. How many goblets?" Legolas asked suspiciously.
Aragorn counted on his hands. "One two, seven, sixteen, four…YES four! Four goblets." He said proud of his counting spells. Legolas groaned inwardly this child was going to have a serious hangover tomorrow. Four goblets is enough to make a fully grown man a bit tipsy, but a ten year old? "Who gave it to you?" Legolas asked reproachfully almost sure of the answer. "The two really pretty guys.. They looked alike.. Or maybe there was just one of them…" Aragorn looked puzzled.
"The twins. Ok, there will be hell to pay for them when your Ada finds out about this. Come on you're going to bed before you get into trouble." The child looked scandalized. "Bed? But the party just started! Im not going you cant make me! You are not Ada!" He stomped his foot, which sent him off balance slightly. Legolas grabbed him by the scruff of his neck before he fell over. "That I may not be, but I am responsible for you know. I'm not going to let you get in trouble, therefore you will not enter the party once again."
"No, you cant make me go!" Aragorn said pouting pitifully. "Don't make me carry you. I will. I promise you that." "No, I don't wanna go, you cant make me!" It was the start of one of the child's famous tantrums. Oh, but this was worse, he was drunk this time. His loud cries were getting on Legolas' nerves. He strode over to the child and picked him up, placing him over his shoulder. Disliking his position he tried to get down, by kicking and punching Legolas. "You know that doesn't hurt." He said as he walked to the staircase nonchalantly.
Ascending the stairs, he noticed about halfway up, Aragorn tired out and stopped punching and kicking him. He stopped and turned around on the landing, seeing if anyone had followed them. Luckily no one did. He was surprised when a fist collided hard into his back. He was totally taken by surprise and was throw head first down the stairs Aragorn's feet trapped under him. He groaned as Legolas got off of him. "You ok?" Legolas said offering his hand to the boy, helping him up.
"Uh, my head hurts, and its hot in here" He said fanning himself with his tunic. "Ok, whatever you say Aragorn." Legolas rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. When he took his hands away from his eyes Aragorn was not there, but his clothes were. He saw the naked backside of the child running down the hall. "Aragorn!"
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Legolas stopped recounting the story. "That's it. Well all that's worth telling." Standing up outraged Gimli cried out, "That is no proper ending to a story you mangy elf!" "Please calm down Gimli. Im sure Legolas has a certain reason not to want to continue the story, and we shall respect his wishes." Gandalf said trying to calm the fellowship down. "Thank you Gandalf. I think I'll go to sleep now, will you take post for now Gandalf?" The wizard nodded as the elf bid goodnight to the rest. Walking awayto his makeshift bed, the others start to talk again. Gandalf pulled out his pipe and lit it. Sitting back in silence, watching the others.
A few minutes passed before he spoke again. "I know how that story ended." He said more to himself, but Gimli had picked up on it. "You do? Go ahead then tell it. We want to hear it." The hobbits nodded eagerly, and the two men looked curious. Aragorn was drunk and never heard what happened after that because he suspected Elrond of forbidding anyone to tell it.
"Ok then, after young Aragorn had run down he hall…."
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Day 30
What an embarrassing day! Not only for me but also for Legolas. Serves him right, telling that story of me. But at least he got what's coming to him sevenfold. When he wakes up… wow I am not going to miss this. The look on his face when he finds out that Gandalf finished that story will be priceless. I really should never get drunk again, I've been told many times that im a bad drunk…. Oh well. I should get some rest if I want to see him 'wake' up. Well you cant really call it waking up because he sleeps with his eyes open…
Forever yours, do not mock me Legolas,
Aragorn.
It was night fall and everyone was gathered around the fire, not only for warmth but also for the food, they were all happily eating in silence. After everything was polished off and the dishes cleaned, the Fellowship sat around chatting. "Im bored. There is nothing to do out here." Pippin whined mostly to Merry but Legolas had heard him.
"Would anyone like to hear an amusing story?" He said eyes sparkling. Giving the elf a skeptical look, Aragorn said nothing. "Sure! There is nothing better to do, and I think Mr. Frodo will enjoy it." Samwise said speaking up. Frodo nudged him playfully. "Stop calling me Mr. Frodo."
"Anyway, when our Strider here was just a wee little lad…." Legolas was immediately interrupted. "Now Legolas, I am sure they do not want to hear about my childhood. It was rather boring…" "Oh was it now? I remember it being quite amusing." "Please go on Elf. We want to hear it." Gimli said gruffly. "Which do you want to hear? When young Strider here got drunk and had many adventures? Or his first Hunting lesson?" He smiled rather evilly.
"You will not tell either if you know what's good for you." Aragorn tried to sound threatening, but it did not deter the Elf's story telling. "Ok then perhaps I shall tell both…." "Nah the drunken one sounds fine for now. You can tell the other later." Merry said excited
"Okay now, Listen. This was back when the young Strider here was about… Ten years old or so in human years. He was living with Elrond and the twins, when the twins decided it was about time that he had tried wine. Mind you they were at one of Elrond's high class parties. Not a very wise decision on their part, but highly amusing on mine. Anyway, they gave him way too much, about four goblets full. He was pissed before the hour was up."
Legolas was enjoying this, too much. "He was indeed so drunk…."
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Young Aragorn had stumbled through the crowd of elves, accidentally tripping over one of their feet and sliding a few feet, landing in an inopportune position. Just under the skirt of a particularly snobbish, yet very beautiful elf. "What is this..child" she spat rather distastefully, "doing under my dress?!" She shrieked for all to hear. "Get away! Get away!" She kicked him rather hard in the chest as she stormed off muttering about drunken filthy men.
Quickly getting to his feet he smiled dumbly at all the people around him. Getting glares from some elves, he scampered away swaying slightly. He ran into , literally, Legolas. "hey there hot stuff. Wanna go hunting with me?" Waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Why, no thank you midget. Id rather not. Anyway," Legolas could smell the alcohol on his breath from a few feet back. "have you been drinking?" He asked eyebrow raised slightly. "Yeah… didn't have much though. Only a wee bit." He said swaying slightly on the spot. "Define a wee bit. How many goblets?" Legolas asked suspiciously.
Aragorn counted on his hands. "One two, seven, sixteen, four…YES four! Four goblets." He said proud of his counting spells. Legolas groaned inwardly this child was going to have a serious hangover tomorrow. Four goblets is enough to make a fully grown man a bit tipsy, but a ten year old? "Who gave it to you?" Legolas asked reproachfully almost sure of the answer. "The two really pretty guys.. They looked alike.. Or maybe there was just one of them…" Aragorn looked puzzled.
"The twins. Ok, there will be hell to pay for them when your Ada finds out about this. Come on you're going to bed before you get into trouble." The child looked scandalized. "Bed? But the party just started! Im not going you cant make me! You are not Ada!" He stomped his foot, which sent him off balance slightly. Legolas grabbed him by the scruff of his neck before he fell over. "That I may not be, but I am responsible for you know. I'm not going to let you get in trouble, therefore you will not enter the party once again."
"No, you cant make me go!" Aragorn said pouting pitifully. "Don't make me carry you. I will. I promise you that." "No, I don't wanna go, you cant make me!" It was the start of one of the child's famous tantrums. Oh, but this was worse, he was drunk this time. His loud cries were getting on Legolas' nerves. He strode over to the child and picked him up, placing him over his shoulder. Disliking his position he tried to get down, by kicking and punching Legolas. "You know that doesn't hurt." He said as he walked to the staircase nonchalantly.
Ascending the stairs, he noticed about halfway up, Aragorn tired out and stopped punching and kicking him. He stopped and turned around on the landing, seeing if anyone had followed them. Luckily no one did. He was surprised when a fist collided hard into his back. He was totally taken by surprise and was throw head first down the stairs Aragorn's feet trapped under him. He groaned as Legolas got off of him. "You ok?" Legolas said offering his hand to the boy, helping him up.
"Uh, my head hurts, and its hot in here" He said fanning himself with his tunic. "Ok, whatever you say Aragorn." Legolas rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. When he took his hands away from his eyes Aragorn was not there, but his clothes were. He saw the naked backside of the child running down the hall. "Aragorn!"
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Legolas stopped recounting the story. "That's it. Well all that's worth telling." Standing up outraged Gimli cried out, "That is no proper ending to a story you mangy elf!" "Please calm down Gimli. Im sure Legolas has a certain reason not to want to continue the story, and we shall respect his wishes." Gandalf said trying to calm the fellowship down. "Thank you Gandalf. I think I'll go to sleep now, will you take post for now Gandalf?" The wizard nodded as the elf bid goodnight to the rest. Walking awayto his makeshift bed, the others start to talk again. Gandalf pulled out his pipe and lit it. Sitting back in silence, watching the others.
A few minutes passed before he spoke again. "I know how that story ended." He said more to himself, but Gimli had picked up on it. "You do? Go ahead then tell it. We want to hear it." The hobbits nodded eagerly, and the two men looked curious. Aragorn was drunk and never heard what happened after that because he suspected Elrond of forbidding anyone to tell it.
"Ok then, after young Aragorn had run down he hall…."
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Day 30
What an embarrassing day! Not only for me but also for Legolas. Serves him right, telling that story of me. But at least he got what's coming to him sevenfold. When he wakes up… wow I am not going to miss this. The look on his face when he finds out that Gandalf finished that story will be priceless. I really should never get drunk again, I've been told many times that im a bad drunk…. Oh well. I should get some rest if I want to see him 'wake' up. Well you cant really call it waking up because he sleeps with his eyes open…
Forever yours, do not mock me Legolas,
Aragorn.