Oh! Glorious Reviews! I love each and every one of you who reviewed. Thanks! Um, thought that I should maybe say that this story is set before the whole ring business. Yea, I know that they don't know each other and stuff but we'll pretend they do. It's a small world after all.
After hours of riding through the woods and quite a few "it all looks the same to me" comments Aragorn decided that he had had enough of this wondering around.
"Boromir, stop. You have been leading us in a circle the past hour and a half. I think this spot is as good as any for camping." Aragorn couldn't take the going in circles anymore.
"I have not been leading us in circles the past hour!" Boromir retired indignantly, no one was going to insult his superior scouting and tracking skills.
"I think Aragorn is right, every time we pass that tree I hit my head on it." Faramir pointed to a tree coming up ahead.
"Well, you are not known for your brilliance, now are you?" Boromir asked.
"Okay, enough of this. Let's stop." Legolas commanded and dismounted with the rest to prepare their camp.
Faramir was about to say something really mean to Boromir but then, he couldn't think of anything to say other than, "Well, you...you...you smell bad!" Faramir shouted and afterwards knew that this comment would probably warrant more insults from not only Boromir but also the rest of the party rather than having the desired effect, you can't win them all.
"What?" Boromir gave his brother a strange look, "That's all you got? I smell bad? That's just horrible. You couldn't think of anything better than that? That's just shameful that we are related. I'm not even the one that stinks the worst! Aragorn is!" Boromir shook his head and tied his horse to a tree.
"Once they start they won't stop." Eomer shook his head and mumbled to Elladan and Elrohir who stood watching the goings on of the men. These two are newly introduced to 'hanging out with the guys'. Aragorn introduced them to the rest of his group and they were soon all the best of buds. Though they still had quite a bit of learning to do about the strange habits of men.
"So, who's going to pitch the tents?" Aragorn asked.
'Tents?' Boromir thought to himself, 'Oh sweet Elbereth, that was my job!' Boromir remained silent, maybe no one would remember.
"Boromir?" Faramir turned to his brother.
'Fouled again!' Boromir mentally slapped his head... "OW!" okay, maybe he really did slap his head.
"Uh, Boromir?'
"What?!"
"Where are the tents, you were in charge of bringing them." Faramir reminded his so attentive brother.
"Oh, you know he forgot them, I packed them on my horse." Eomer interrupted. Eomer turned to his horse.
His horse.
Where was that confounded animal?!
"Eomer? Where did your horse go?" Legolas couldn't believe that their horrible luck was already starting! They hadn't even made camp yet and their trip was taking a turn for the worst!
"I thought I tied him to that tree there." Eomer scratched his head, there was a tree there at least. Well, ain't that just the damnedest thing.
"You mean the tree that is probably supposed to be in that big hole in the ground?" Faramir asked.
"Yea, that probably be the one." Eomer nodded.
"Well, for now Elladan and Elrohir, go get some water. Faramir, go get some wood. Boromir, start unpacking everything from the horses that are still here. Eomer tie up the hors- on second thought come with me to look for food." Aragorn delegated himself as supervisor and dealt out the jobs.
Everyone nodded and began their jobs.
"And what exactly am I supposed to be doing?" Legolas asked as everyone started to move.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. Forgot you again." Aragorn laughed.
"Hahaha, that is just too funny." Legolas scowled.
"Go um, fix your hair or something, I don't know." Aragorn couldn't think of a job for Legolas at the moment.
"Oh, go take a bath!" Legolas retorted and headed over to help Boromir unpack.
Elladan and Elrohir managed to get water and safely return to camp without any event, other than dropping a bit of water. Though when they returned to camp they were tempted to head right back down to the water.
"HOLD IT!" Boromir yelled as they made their way through the trees and back into the clearing that was their camp.
"I can't! OW! SON OF AN ORC!!" Eomer shouted as a big pole fell and hit him in the head, and there was no horsey-helmet to block this hit.
"Oh, that looked like it hurt." Legolas couldn't help but laugh a little.
"I told you to hold it!" Boromir walked over to Eomer to look at the lump forming on his head.
"It slipped." Eomer felt the lump on his head, "Great."
"You guys have been working on that tent forever now! How many men does it take to pitch a tent?" Aragorn exclaimed.
"Well let's see, one to tell another to pack a tent. One to forget the tents. One to remember to pack them. One to lose them after they packed them. One to find them again. One to tell the others to pitch the tent. One to say he'll do it. One to direct the others how to pitch the tent. One to hold the poles. One to nearly kill another with the poles. One to-"
"Okay, thank you, Legolas." Eomer stopped Legolas before he could go on.
"Just trying to help" Legolas turned to Elladan and Elrohir and the three busted out laughing.
"Damn foreigners." Boromir shook his head and sat down to rest from trying to pitch that evil tent.