This fic is not following the movie or the books. Well, it sort of is following the movies, but not really. This is just a collection of my Aragorn drabbles. I mean, why should Legolas always get to be the conceited pretty boy? Is Aragorn not hott also? Well, VH1 decided he was number 10 on their 100 hottest hotties list, so that's good enough for me. I expect that there will be quite a few of these, because these drabbles are so much fun to right!
"Guys, fellowship dudes. I'm worried." Aragorn whispered to the group around the fire.
Boromir shot to his feet. "What is it? Is it the Uruk-Hai? Where's Frodo?"
Aragorn waved away his concern. "No Uruk-Hai. Frodo's in the woods. Somewhere. Doing freaky Hobbit things."
"Hey!" shouted Merry and Pippin, who obviously objected to the 'freaky Hobbit things' comment of Aragorn. Sam was nowhere to be seen, but everyone knew he was probably following Frodo around like a good little follower.
Aragorn ignored the two Hobbits' outburst. "It's Gollum."
"What about Gollum?" asked Legolas.
"He's... scary."
"What? Why?" Boromir sat back down. "He's harmless."
"Because." Aragorn leaned closer so the fellowship followed suit. "Everytime I'm near him, he starts going 'I wantsss the pretty. The precious. The pretty isss miiine.' and like I know I'm incredibly good looking, but that's no reason for him to get all obsessive and creepy about me." Aragorn shuddered delicately.
Gimli snorted.
Boromir rolled his eyes.
The Hobbits were still upset about the 'Freaky Hobbit things.' comment of Aragorn.
So Legolas, seeing no one else was going to reply said, "Oh, Aragorn." and shook his head sadly.