Disclaimer - I don't own them, and if I did I don't think they would be able to live with themselves.
A/N - Blame me and my mate getting really bored and thinking of this. Well, okay, he thought of it, I just wrote it down! Thing is my writing skills aren't too good…
Aragorn Has One Too Many…:
The Morning After the Night Before
Aragorn woke up to a splitting headache and a massive urge to throw up. Sitting up on his blanket, he rubbed his head with a weak hand before collapsing backwards in a wave of pain.
"Oh Elendil," he complained, "what did I drink?"
Again he tried to hoist himself up to a sitting position.
"The pain, it hurts!"
It was common knowledge that whenever royalty got pissed, they always stated the obvious.
Blinking his eyes slowly (as any speed spelt doom – or at least another collapse) he peered around his tent. How on earth did he erect this last night? Aragorn burst into giggles at the thought. Royalty also acted like 5 year olds.
Wrinkling his forehead hard, he tried to remember the night before…