Going stag. Chpt 5: -
Reacting much quicker than even Elladan would have expected, she had swiped it back. "I don't believe that was for your eyes" she remarked heatedly. The dark haired elf held up his hands quickly, "Don't shoot" he said, almost flirtly. Arire would have seen that a mile away usually but Aragorn shouting, "WHAT!" stopped her, he'd read her note. Quickly skimming over his, picking up her jaw and joining the ranger and clapping a hand over his mouth she growled, "I always keep my word!"
"But I told you everything!" he said as if she'd taken his favourite sword.
Her eyes danced and all she could say was, "Tough" Elrohir has just stumbled up to them, a suspect bottle in his hand, which was close to empty.
"Heeeeeeey good lookin'" he crooned to a tree and then staggered to a log, fell over and slept for the rest of the night.
Arire laughed inwardly, "Valar what did I ever do to deserve him" She suddenly to Strider and met his glance.
"Your note . . . were you . . . exaggerating any small, large or in between part of it?"
Aragorn shrugged and began staring at the "interesting" landscape once more. Arire was close to inflicting pain upon him when a yelp was heard from the wooden wagon, a familiar whine of one Legolas Greenleaf followed by a yell, "Unhand me!"
"You should be s'lucky," responded Faramir, Aragorn looked questioningly at Arire, yes, they were they only two sober in camp gypsy.
"I'm not wearing that!"
"Oh yes mister elf, we wear them our selves"
Arire rolled her green eyes; one of the rhyming showgirls had a grasp on Legolas.
Thought out an infinitely long night both strider and Arire heard yelps form Elladan (a mountain goat to a shine to him), screams of pain from the Mirkwood born prince, the odd chat up line from Elrohir and Faramir . . .well he snored.
For three days they travelled and after the incident of their first night said little to one another, Arire and Aragorn would occasionally shared angry, confused or desperate glances but neither said much of them. Elladan however began to notice Arire avoiding him like a pack of wild orcs (which infact she might welcome for drinking games), he repeatedly went out of his way to catch her eyes, riding into numerous unpleasant objects (mainly thorns) doing so until he succeeded in cornering her.
The band of merry men and women stopped on the eve of the fourth day, only one more days riding to go until they met the woods of Lorien. "Where are you going, fair maiden?" Faramir asked of Arire charmingly, she giggled, "Give me you skin and I will fill it up" she said like some one who was exhausted and she disappeared into the foliage by a riffle in the river. Arire heard Elladan before scenting him and pulled her knife from her side and with instinct reactions drove it towards the elves neck. She lowered her guard as quick as she drew it. Elladan wasted no time, "You've been quiet" he said obviously meaning something else. Arire looked about, the evening sun was setting beyond any borders she could see, he birds chirped and rustled in their nests, sighing heavily she replied, "Yes, I have been avoiding you"
Elladan raised his eyebrow suspiciously but did not correct her, "Well at least you noticed" She frowned at him, "Elrohir told me it was because . . . how did he say it, I am "the unattractive brother"" Arire laughed but thought she might aswell tell him. She searched briefly in her pockets and pulled out a crumpled note written in Aragorns scrawl.
"You can read his, it'll explain a lot," she said shakily, Elladan sensed this was bad; Arire was demonstrating signs of basic emotions and sorrow- very bad. Elladan's dark eyes made short work of the letter, laughing at Aragorns attempt of copywriting he remarked, "You don't believe him do you!" He laughed with sweat running down his brow. Arire delayed her reaction before laughing, "Huh, oh Valar no, I reckoned it to be quite amusing, thought you might laugh at it . . . oh look meals here" An animal scampered into view and Arire hurtled off with her bow and arrow tight in her hands glad of the fuzzy animal.
Aragorn sat alone on a fallen branch remarking at Arire's note, it hardly said more than he knew, he knew she was no elf nor man, possibly a vertically challenged dwarf on account of her temper, but her was never sure. Running his fingers though his scruffy brown hair he read and reread her writing, her people, Fangorn forest, was she a tree?! It was Elrohir who knocked him out of thought, literally, he fell into him after taking a hit in the arm. Looking as though the stars in front of his eyes weren't thoses in the sky Aragorn said slyly, "Still irresistible to all"
Elrohir looked offended and stood up, "To any female of elven kin or any other" he retorted huffily. To give the elf some credit he was damn good looking, dark eyes, devilish smile and velvet voice not to mention a decent dress sense and a chat up line for every occasion, Elrohir was close to irresistible. He could probably find his way into Galadriel's pants (assuming she wore pants as there has been great speculation after an accusation made by the hobbit Sam wise Gamgee).
In an attempt to change the subject, "Where's Legolas, are they staving him or something? I know his suits . . . far from roomy but" Aragorn scratched his chin- he needed to shave. "I think you have a point, I keep hearing him scream" Faramir approached and perched on the end of the log, "You hear him to? It grieves me deeply to hear such a strong man yell, "Get that dress away from me!" and "No you can not perm my hair"" he said dreamily, his eyes glazed slightly. Elrohir gazed at him with a mixture of anger and pride, "You found the last bottle of that wine we were drinking, didn't you?" Faramir nodded and fell to sleep, that was a loud and happy YES!
The next evening they reached Loriens borders, the air was still and only bird ruffled the leaves of trees, the hue of light cast over the greenery by the setting sun was like no other in the land, even the giggling gypsies were speechless, for a few minutes. Maniw flung herself from her horse and beckoned to the others to stop, Aragorn jumped down to meet her. "I think it best if I enter first, these are my people" he suggested cautiously. Maniw blushed and linked his arm and with unseen strength pulled him into the undergrowth, Arire made to follow but Cheechillia held her arm, her vibrant her flew in the wind as the woman laughed, "They enter alone, to see who's home" Elrohir rolled his eyes, the rhyming, though painful at times had grew on him. "Might I ask why?" he called out, Cheechillia turned and winked at him, "No good elf, you may not" It was at that time the raven-haired woman steeped out from the creaking wagon where the woodland prince had been; she herself had not been seen since the first day of their journey.
"Thank you Meri for gracing us" Arire commented brushing her slightly less glamorous brown hair out of her eyes. The woman giggled, surprisingly, and asked, "Who among you will lead the Prince with me to the gate?" Imaginary hands of the males shot up. Faramir, now fully recovered asked soothingly, "Where my lady is this gate?"
Meri tutted at him, "If you do not know then you may not go" she almost sang back to him
Arire knew full well only Aragorn and herself knew of the gates location, "I shall aid you in your . . . task"
Reacting much quicker than even Elladan would have expected, she had swiped it back. "I don't believe that was for your eyes" she remarked heatedly. The dark haired elf held up his hands quickly, "Don't shoot" he said, almost flirtly. Arire would have seen that a mile away usually but Aragorn shouting, "WHAT!" stopped her, he'd read her note. Quickly skimming over his, picking up her jaw and joining the ranger and clapping a hand over his mouth she growled, "I always keep my word!"
"But I told you everything!" he said as if she'd taken his favourite sword.
Her eyes danced and all she could say was, "Tough" Elrohir has just stumbled up to them, a suspect bottle in his hand, which was close to empty.
"Heeeeeeey good lookin'" he crooned to a tree and then staggered to a log, fell over and slept for the rest of the night.
Arire laughed inwardly, "Valar what did I ever do to deserve him" She suddenly to Strider and met his glance.
"Your note . . . were you . . . exaggerating any small, large or in between part of it?"
Aragorn shrugged and began staring at the "interesting" landscape once more. Arire was close to inflicting pain upon him when a yelp was heard from the wooden wagon, a familiar whine of one Legolas Greenleaf followed by a yell, "Unhand me!"
"You should be s'lucky," responded Faramir, Aragorn looked questioningly at Arire, yes, they were they only two sober in camp gypsy.
"I'm not wearing that!"
"Oh yes mister elf, we wear them our selves"
Arire rolled her green eyes; one of the rhyming showgirls had a grasp on Legolas.
Thought out an infinitely long night both strider and Arire heard yelps form Elladan (a mountain goat to a shine to him), screams of pain from the Mirkwood born prince, the odd chat up line from Elrohir and Faramir . . .well he snored.
For three days they travelled and after the incident of their first night said little to one another, Arire and Aragorn would occasionally shared angry, confused or desperate glances but neither said much of them. Elladan however began to notice Arire avoiding him like a pack of wild orcs (which infact she might welcome for drinking games), he repeatedly went out of his way to catch her eyes, riding into numerous unpleasant objects (mainly thorns) doing so until he succeeded in cornering her.
The band of merry men and women stopped on the eve of the fourth day, only one more days riding to go until they met the woods of Lorien. "Where are you going, fair maiden?" Faramir asked of Arire charmingly, she giggled, "Give me you skin and I will fill it up" she said like some one who was exhausted and she disappeared into the foliage by a riffle in the river. Arire heard Elladan before scenting him and pulled her knife from her side and with instinct reactions drove it towards the elves neck. She lowered her guard as quick as she drew it. Elladan wasted no time, "You've been quiet" he said obviously meaning something else. Arire looked about, the evening sun was setting beyond any borders she could see, he birds chirped and rustled in their nests, sighing heavily she replied, "Yes, I have been avoiding you"
Elladan raised his eyebrow suspiciously but did not correct her, "Well at least you noticed" She frowned at him, "Elrohir told me it was because . . . how did he say it, I am "the unattractive brother"" Arire laughed but thought she might aswell tell him. She searched briefly in her pockets and pulled out a crumpled note written in Aragorns scrawl.
"You can read his, it'll explain a lot," she said shakily, Elladan sensed this was bad; Arire was demonstrating signs of basic emotions and sorrow- very bad. Elladan's dark eyes made short work of the letter, laughing at Aragorns attempt of copywriting he remarked, "You don't believe him do you!" He laughed with sweat running down his brow. Arire delayed her reaction before laughing, "Huh, oh Valar no, I reckoned it to be quite amusing, thought you might laugh at it . . . oh look meals here" An animal scampered into view and Arire hurtled off with her bow and arrow tight in her hands glad of the fuzzy animal.
Aragorn sat alone on a fallen branch remarking at Arire's note, it hardly said more than he knew, he knew she was no elf nor man, possibly a vertically challenged dwarf on account of her temper, but her was never sure. Running his fingers though his scruffy brown hair he read and reread her writing, her people, Fangorn forest, was she a tree?! It was Elrohir who knocked him out of thought, literally, he fell into him after taking a hit in the arm. Looking as though the stars in front of his eyes weren't thoses in the sky Aragorn said slyly, "Still irresistible to all"
Elrohir looked offended and stood up, "To any female of elven kin or any other" he retorted huffily. To give the elf some credit he was damn good looking, dark eyes, devilish smile and velvet voice not to mention a decent dress sense and a chat up line for every occasion, Elrohir was close to irresistible. He could probably find his way into Galadriel's pants (assuming she wore pants as there has been great speculation after an accusation made by the hobbit Sam wise Gamgee).
In an attempt to change the subject, "Where's Legolas, are they staving him or something? I know his suits . . . far from roomy but" Aragorn scratched his chin- he needed to shave. "I think you have a point, I keep hearing him scream" Faramir approached and perched on the end of the log, "You hear him to? It grieves me deeply to hear such a strong man yell, "Get that dress away from me!" and "No you can not perm my hair"" he said dreamily, his eyes glazed slightly. Elrohir gazed at him with a mixture of anger and pride, "You found the last bottle of that wine we were drinking, didn't you?" Faramir nodded and fell to sleep, that was a loud and happy YES!
The next evening they reached Loriens borders, the air was still and only bird ruffled the leaves of trees, the hue of light cast over the greenery by the setting sun was like no other in the land, even the giggling gypsies were speechless, for a few minutes. Maniw flung herself from her horse and beckoned to the others to stop, Aragorn jumped down to meet her. "I think it best if I enter first, these are my people" he suggested cautiously. Maniw blushed and linked his arm and with unseen strength pulled him into the undergrowth, Arire made to follow but Cheechillia held her arm, her vibrant her flew in the wind as the woman laughed, "They enter alone, to see who's home" Elrohir rolled his eyes, the rhyming, though painful at times had grew on him. "Might I ask why?" he called out, Cheechillia turned and winked at him, "No good elf, you may not" It was at that time the raven-haired woman steeped out from the creaking wagon where the woodland prince had been; she herself had not been seen since the first day of their journey.
"Thank you Meri for gracing us" Arire commented brushing her slightly less glamorous brown hair out of her eyes. The woman giggled, surprisingly, and asked, "Who among you will lead the Prince with me to the gate?" Imaginary hands of the males shot up. Faramir, now fully recovered asked soothingly, "Where my lady is this gate?"
Meri tutted at him, "If you do not know then you may not go" she almost sang back to him
Arire knew full well only Aragorn and herself knew of the gates location, "I shall aid you in your . . . task"