Going Stag- Chp 4
Hook, line and sinker!
They swiftly rode out of the chasm containing The Last Homely House and sped off along the countryside. Infront were the four leading women, behind were Arire, Aragorn and the others, the wagon followed them with riders next to it and behind, other wagons followed. Each wagon was decorated in floors that moved calmly every time the quick vehicle hit a large rock.
Elrohir charged his horse forward to the leading brunette, "So my dearest woman (Uncontrollable giggling), what brings you to the good prince?" He half expected her to swoon right off her horse, he even took his dark horses reins into one hand, but she simply laughed and waggled her finger, "No, no, no! Curious Elves must mind themselves"
Great, thought Elrohir, Hit on the one who talks in rhyme!
The four front women were clearly the most experienced of the riders, there were two blonds, one with bright sunshine hair of the morning, the other with the hair of sunset, one flaming red head and a brunette.
Desperate for some information, a newly recovered Faramir called out, "I pray you, what are all your names?"
Over her shoulder, the brunette called back, "Cheechillia, to my left is Maniw (Dark blond), Primrose (Light blond) and you must find out the other name by your self"
These women were unlike any manor the elves and Faramir had seen, even Aragorn was a little taken by them. They wore light cloth skirts with blackened or brown boots, some baring patterns of flowers, belts with coins and richly coloured beads, long earrings, wild personalities, some head scarves with delightful colours resting on their mantels and some jewelled tiaras, with beads and gold chains drizzling down their face. Elrohir also noticed that Cheechillia had unusually dark eyes, so chocolate brown in fact that the pupil blurred into the iris. Her dark lips curled into a smile and Elrohir sat enchanted at the crimson colour; so much so he narrowly missed a tree.
Galloping across the landscape together with the new band of riders, Aragorn had to ask Arire something.
"Arire?" Aragorn rode closer to the side of her brown steed, his own white stallion nearly bumping noses with hers.
Arire turned her head to him, a large grin on her face, pretty much anticipating questions about their recent company, "Yes" she replied with an air of excitement. What Aragorn said though shocked her.
"What's going on?"
Wider grin.
"Between you, Elladan and Elrohir"
She nearly fell off her horse. Her eyes widened in distress- how did he know! HE DOES SPY ON PEOPLE! She knew that he a strong silent type for a reason.
Arire blinked rapidly, and lowered her voice, "How in Middle Earth do you know?" Then a thought occurred to her.
"Do you know why they were fighting?"
Aragorn looked slightly uncomfortable, it was just as good as saying, why yes I do!
Aragorn looked thoughtfully at her, trying to search for the right words to say, he could see in her eyes that the only words she wanted to hear were the truth. Looking back over the rushing green landscape, then to Arire, he said straight forwardly, "It is not my place to say"
Arire's eyes nearly set on fire, in anger she snapped, "What! Why not! If it's about me, surely I have every right to be informed!"
Aragorn shook his head calmly, even though inside he felt uncertain, the elf looked as if she was about to spring off her own horse and jump on Aragorn and wrestle in facts out of him. Luckily she found (some) reason.
"We are stopping in a few hours, and I will trade you for the information" she said slyly. Aragorn could not resist, "Tell me of Elrond's book"
"I will tell you of the book, and a secret from it, but never how to read it"
Aragorn was sold on "tell you of the book"
In the shadow of Caradharas, Primrose cantered her horse to its limit and then turned round, the others halted before her. It was early evening now, and the horses needed to rest and replenish.
Sitting on the cool grass, Arire was narrowing her eyes and loosing her patience with the ranger, Strider
"You"
"You"
"No, You"
"Me? No you first"
"Oh no no, after you"
"No!"
"Ladies first"
Arire growled at him, "You are HOPELESS!"
Aragorn was beginning to enjoy torturing her and making her sweat. Elrohir lay down next to Cheechillia, he lay on his side and leaned on his elbow, she was sitting on a blanket eating fruit, the blanket much like her white skirt. "So tell me, what's a gorgeous woman like you doing with out a man?" he cooed with his usual come-to-bed-with-me eyes. Cheechillia shied her face away in embarrassment and giggled- again- before flirting back at him.
"I have never met a real man like you before" The way she talked was as if the common tongue was a strange unfamiliar language to her. Elrohir was gleaming, his charms never failed. He licked his lips and gazed over the delicate body of his next conquest.
The young woman bent over to him and, by putting her hand on his chest, pushed him to the floor. "Call me Cea" she soothed, edging her lips closer to those of the eager elf. Whoops and cheers sprung up, but Cea wasn't going to give in and ruin her plan. Sitting back up she grinned, "I will see you when the moon has risen" With that she slinked off, her hips moving seductively to a tree where she tied up her horse. Elrohir and turned to Aragorn, "She took the words right from me"
In a daze, almost like a school boy approached by a super model and thinking the typical phrase "She wants me!" Elrohir skipped off in his best cool way to get broken branches for firewood.
Arire on the other hand was now leaning against the wagon and was trying to communicate with the prince within it, "Legolas, can you hear me?" She whispered, unfortunately, a "guard" pulled her away.
"He must remain in secret" the man laughed- was that all these people did!
Arire returned to Aragorns side and sat down softly. They both were suppressing their almost uncontrollable urge to whack some information out of each other by glancing around; trees, fields and the hills bordering mountains were not merely as interesting as secrets. Arire made the first move.
"So" she said shortly, but in a I-don't-care-REALLY kind of way. "So you know something?"
Aragorn looked about briskly, "Yeah" he replied impassively, "Yeah, I know something" Onlookers were stumped at this point.
Arire played with her nut coloured hair. Brushing the grass with her fingertips in a casual way, avoiding looking Aragorn in the eye like he was to her.
"So, I know something" she went on vaguely.
Aragorn fidgeted a bit, "I know you do. Some interesting something"
"As is you're . . . Something"
"We could exchange . . . somethings" Aragorn suggested openly, at least everything was going somewhere now.
"Exchange my something, in return for your something?" Arire asked in an airy voice. Elrohir looked at them from a far, brave, he thought, crossing Arire took a lot of bravery.
Aragorn was considering he proposal, his brain had already screamed no, but for effect and bravado sake, he waited and then "Ok"
Wandering off to behind a tree, out of ear shot, or so they thought, Arire went first . . . well so to speak.
"How can we be fair?" she pondered aloud, one could say their secret and the other withhold their own.
"Write it down, perhaps?" Aragorn said to her. This was brilliant, or so she thought, one could write "THANK YOU FOR THE INFORMATION!" But, the potential was there.
"Both write it down then read it out line by line!" she announced in Urika! Fashion.
"Oh you're a regular genius" Aragorn commented sarcastically, he was compensated with a punch so hard he fell to the floor face first. Mental note: - Very stupid!
Arire pulled out some parchment and loaded quills. "Well!" she snapped.
Aragorn had no idea what rattled her cage, but wrote just the same.
Dear Arire
"Oh wait, I'm reading this out"
"Close you mouth and concentrate on you essay!"
"For the love of Valar"
"Huh?"
"Er I said. . . First you write faster"
Aragorn continued his letter,
The reason they were fight was cause they are both ("Hum, what the most poetical way to put this) madly in love with you and refuse to admit it to you, themselves or each other. They are both totally hopeless and refuse to use the following on you, pick-up lines, any form of flirting and any attempt to promote more closeness between you. One accused the other, can't remember who, in the blur fighting they both looked the same, most elves with the same hair colour do, and they just basically scrapped it out.
At the bottom of the page in small print;
This letter is copyright Aragorn Estel work, any attempt to sell or publish this letter to elves, dwarves or men will be found and the offenders will be hung feet first over a cliff. Have a nice day!
Arire however was more to the point than contrary Aragorn.
Book secret language of my people, people hide in Fangorn forest, amazed you didn't see them. The book is a series of maps, fighting techniques and secrets of our people- yes more secrets and you can not find out about the history of my . . . well I've said enough.
Five minutes saw both of their pieces completed. They had decided against reading them out and made an exchange, just as Elladan appeared behind them.
"What's going on?"
Both of them jumped 30 feet in the air and hurriedly stuffed their letters into their pockets, with the expression of GUILTY on their faces.
"What . . . Are you too Ok?"
Aragorn got up and ran straight back to camp, "I'm fine, just thirsty" he shouted back, bolting light lightening across the star strewn sky.
"What's that in your pocket?" Elladan asked quickly snatching the note form Air.
A/N: - So what will happen? Will Elladan read the note? Will Aragorn read his and who else will know the two secrets?
Hook, line and sinker!
They swiftly rode out of the chasm containing The Last Homely House and sped off along the countryside. Infront were the four leading women, behind were Arire, Aragorn and the others, the wagon followed them with riders next to it and behind, other wagons followed. Each wagon was decorated in floors that moved calmly every time the quick vehicle hit a large rock.
Elrohir charged his horse forward to the leading brunette, "So my dearest woman (Uncontrollable giggling), what brings you to the good prince?" He half expected her to swoon right off her horse, he even took his dark horses reins into one hand, but she simply laughed and waggled her finger, "No, no, no! Curious Elves must mind themselves"
Great, thought Elrohir, Hit on the one who talks in rhyme!
The four front women were clearly the most experienced of the riders, there were two blonds, one with bright sunshine hair of the morning, the other with the hair of sunset, one flaming red head and a brunette.
Desperate for some information, a newly recovered Faramir called out, "I pray you, what are all your names?"
Over her shoulder, the brunette called back, "Cheechillia, to my left is Maniw (Dark blond), Primrose (Light blond) and you must find out the other name by your self"
These women were unlike any manor the elves and Faramir had seen, even Aragorn was a little taken by them. They wore light cloth skirts with blackened or brown boots, some baring patterns of flowers, belts with coins and richly coloured beads, long earrings, wild personalities, some head scarves with delightful colours resting on their mantels and some jewelled tiaras, with beads and gold chains drizzling down their face. Elrohir also noticed that Cheechillia had unusually dark eyes, so chocolate brown in fact that the pupil blurred into the iris. Her dark lips curled into a smile and Elrohir sat enchanted at the crimson colour; so much so he narrowly missed a tree.
Galloping across the landscape together with the new band of riders, Aragorn had to ask Arire something.
"Arire?" Aragorn rode closer to the side of her brown steed, his own white stallion nearly bumping noses with hers.
Arire turned her head to him, a large grin on her face, pretty much anticipating questions about their recent company, "Yes" she replied with an air of excitement. What Aragorn said though shocked her.
"What's going on?"
Wider grin.
"Between you, Elladan and Elrohir"
She nearly fell off her horse. Her eyes widened in distress- how did he know! HE DOES SPY ON PEOPLE! She knew that he a strong silent type for a reason.
Arire blinked rapidly, and lowered her voice, "How in Middle Earth do you know?" Then a thought occurred to her.
"Do you know why they were fighting?"
Aragorn looked slightly uncomfortable, it was just as good as saying, why yes I do!
Aragorn looked thoughtfully at her, trying to search for the right words to say, he could see in her eyes that the only words she wanted to hear were the truth. Looking back over the rushing green landscape, then to Arire, he said straight forwardly, "It is not my place to say"
Arire's eyes nearly set on fire, in anger she snapped, "What! Why not! If it's about me, surely I have every right to be informed!"
Aragorn shook his head calmly, even though inside he felt uncertain, the elf looked as if she was about to spring off her own horse and jump on Aragorn and wrestle in facts out of him. Luckily she found (some) reason.
"We are stopping in a few hours, and I will trade you for the information" she said slyly. Aragorn could not resist, "Tell me of Elrond's book"
"I will tell you of the book, and a secret from it, but never how to read it"
Aragorn was sold on "tell you of the book"
In the shadow of Caradharas, Primrose cantered her horse to its limit and then turned round, the others halted before her. It was early evening now, and the horses needed to rest and replenish.
Sitting on the cool grass, Arire was narrowing her eyes and loosing her patience with the ranger, Strider
"You"
"You"
"No, You"
"Me? No you first"
"Oh no no, after you"
"No!"
"Ladies first"
Arire growled at him, "You are HOPELESS!"
Aragorn was beginning to enjoy torturing her and making her sweat. Elrohir lay down next to Cheechillia, he lay on his side and leaned on his elbow, she was sitting on a blanket eating fruit, the blanket much like her white skirt. "So tell me, what's a gorgeous woman like you doing with out a man?" he cooed with his usual come-to-bed-with-me eyes. Cheechillia shied her face away in embarrassment and giggled- again- before flirting back at him.
"I have never met a real man like you before" The way she talked was as if the common tongue was a strange unfamiliar language to her. Elrohir was gleaming, his charms never failed. He licked his lips and gazed over the delicate body of his next conquest.
The young woman bent over to him and, by putting her hand on his chest, pushed him to the floor. "Call me Cea" she soothed, edging her lips closer to those of the eager elf. Whoops and cheers sprung up, but Cea wasn't going to give in and ruin her plan. Sitting back up she grinned, "I will see you when the moon has risen" With that she slinked off, her hips moving seductively to a tree where she tied up her horse. Elrohir and turned to Aragorn, "She took the words right from me"
In a daze, almost like a school boy approached by a super model and thinking the typical phrase "She wants me!" Elrohir skipped off in his best cool way to get broken branches for firewood.
Arire on the other hand was now leaning against the wagon and was trying to communicate with the prince within it, "Legolas, can you hear me?" She whispered, unfortunately, a "guard" pulled her away.
"He must remain in secret" the man laughed- was that all these people did!
Arire returned to Aragorns side and sat down softly. They both were suppressing their almost uncontrollable urge to whack some information out of each other by glancing around; trees, fields and the hills bordering mountains were not merely as interesting as secrets. Arire made the first move.
"So" she said shortly, but in a I-don't-care-REALLY kind of way. "So you know something?"
Aragorn looked about briskly, "Yeah" he replied impassively, "Yeah, I know something" Onlookers were stumped at this point.
Arire played with her nut coloured hair. Brushing the grass with her fingertips in a casual way, avoiding looking Aragorn in the eye like he was to her.
"So, I know something" she went on vaguely.
Aragorn fidgeted a bit, "I know you do. Some interesting something"
"As is you're . . . Something"
"We could exchange . . . somethings" Aragorn suggested openly, at least everything was going somewhere now.
"Exchange my something, in return for your something?" Arire asked in an airy voice. Elrohir looked at them from a far, brave, he thought, crossing Arire took a lot of bravery.
Aragorn was considering he proposal, his brain had already screamed no, but for effect and bravado sake, he waited and then "Ok"
Wandering off to behind a tree, out of ear shot, or so they thought, Arire went first . . . well so to speak.
"How can we be fair?" she pondered aloud, one could say their secret and the other withhold their own.
"Write it down, perhaps?" Aragorn said to her. This was brilliant, or so she thought, one could write "THANK YOU FOR THE INFORMATION!" But, the potential was there.
"Both write it down then read it out line by line!" she announced in Urika! Fashion.
"Oh you're a regular genius" Aragorn commented sarcastically, he was compensated with a punch so hard he fell to the floor face first. Mental note: - Very stupid!
Arire pulled out some parchment and loaded quills. "Well!" she snapped.
Aragorn had no idea what rattled her cage, but wrote just the same.
Dear Arire
"Oh wait, I'm reading this out"
"Close you mouth and concentrate on you essay!"
"For the love of Valar"
"Huh?"
"Er I said. . . First you write faster"
Aragorn continued his letter,
The reason they were fight was cause they are both ("Hum, what the most poetical way to put this) madly in love with you and refuse to admit it to you, themselves or each other. They are both totally hopeless and refuse to use the following on you, pick-up lines, any form of flirting and any attempt to promote more closeness between you. One accused the other, can't remember who, in the blur fighting they both looked the same, most elves with the same hair colour do, and they just basically scrapped it out.
At the bottom of the page in small print;
This letter is copyright Aragorn Estel work, any attempt to sell or publish this letter to elves, dwarves or men will be found and the offenders will be hung feet first over a cliff. Have a nice day!
Arire however was more to the point than contrary Aragorn.
Book secret language of my people, people hide in Fangorn forest, amazed you didn't see them. The book is a series of maps, fighting techniques and secrets of our people- yes more secrets and you can not find out about the history of my . . . well I've said enough.
Five minutes saw both of their pieces completed. They had decided against reading them out and made an exchange, just as Elladan appeared behind them.
"What's going on?"
Both of them jumped 30 feet in the air and hurriedly stuffed their letters into their pockets, with the expression of GUILTY on their faces.
"What . . . Are you too Ok?"
Aragorn got up and ran straight back to camp, "I'm fine, just thirsty" he shouted back, bolting light lightening across the star strewn sky.
"What's that in your pocket?" Elladan asked quickly snatching the note form Air.
A/N: - So what will happen? Will Elladan read the note? Will Aragorn read his and who else will know the two secrets?