The Lord of the Apples

(A High-School Setting)

FELLOWSHIP OF THE APPLES PART 1 CHAPTER 3 ARAGORN

A/N: Just a note—these are introductory chapters; all of this is taking place at the same time, first day of school before classes.
Welcome to Chapter 3. This chapter is mostly about Aragorn. A hotshot jock WANNABE!

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Aragorn stood on the football field; the school team was in the middle of their morning practice. He tried to calm himself down, "Okay football practice, I can do this!" There was nothing to be upset about, no need to be nervous. He'd show Arwen! "Arwen," He muttered the name remorsefully. "Why in Valar did I make this bet?!" He cried out to no one particular, startling a few of the students watching the practice.

-Flash Back-

Arwen had her hands on her hips and a superior smile on her face as she provoked Aragorn. "I bet you could never get a date with any other girl than me!"

Aragorn wasn't in the mood for this. Why couldn't Arwen accept the facts? "I'm the star Quarterback. All the girls want to be with me!!" he told her stubbornly.

"I'd like to see you try prove it," said Arwen teasingly.

" I will." replied Aragorn acidly. Why was Arwen acting like this? Didn't she know he wanted to be with her, not the other girls? It was really stupid of her- he'd show her!

Arwen knew she had taken it too far by the look on Aragorn's face; but it was too late to back out now, " I could find another date for the Big Dance twice as fast as you."

"You're on." Aragorn shouted as he stalked away. She'd regret this when she saw how popular he really was. Stupid girl.

-End Flashback-

Aragorn was reminded of the present when the football he was supposed to catch hit him on the head. He glanced at the Coach to see if he had noticed his lack of attention to the game; by the Coach's mutterings Aragorn guessed he had. "Sorry Coach!" he yelled.

The Coach shouted in return, "Aragorn, Take a shower."

"B-but coach, I'll play properly! I promise!" Aragorn shouted as he jogged towards the coach.

"Showers, Aragorn."

"But Coach!"

"SHOWERS!!!" yelled the coach, ending the discussion.

Aragorn walked slowly off to the showers, throwing the coach dirty looks as he muttered some choice words.

Aragorn, who was still mad at the Coach, stalked into the boys' showers, while he muttered to himself, " I'll show the Coach. Hmph, send ME to the showers, the star quarterback of the team? He must have been about to give the rest of the team extra practice and have realized my talent. So THEY had to get extra practice and not me, being the STAR quarterback of the team. Only explanation for it, finally realized what a bunch of hopeless players they are…" He continued his muttered accusations until he turned on the shower. After about a whole minutes silence, which was a big achievement for Aragorn, he started to sing to himself, " All by myself! Don't wanna be, all by myself. Anymore."

Éomer walked absent-mindedly into the showers, "Hello Arago-"

"Eep!" Aragorn almost screamed at the sudden intrusion.

"Oh my!" Éomer ran out of the showers, "Was that Faramir dressed as a hotdog?" he half-shouted as an attempted excuse to his sudden departure.

Aragorn breathed a sigh of relief. "Haah! That was close," He started to hum as he dried off, dressed and left the shower room.

Éowyn walked down the hallway with her eyes closed as she sung along with her music on her CD Walkman, " Home is behind, the world is ahe-"

Aragorn had turned the corner and collided with her. Mortified, he started to apologize, "Sorry I wasn't- Do I know you?" he changed his sentence halfway as he looked down at Éowyn.

Éowyn smiled winsomely, this was her chance. That blasted Arwen wasn't anywhere to be seen. "I don't know? Do you?"

Aragorn helped Éowyn to her feet as he introduced himself, "My name is Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur; and the STAR quarter back of the football team."

Éowyn held on to his hand, even once she was upright. " I've heard of you," she flirted,

"Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Umm... No. I-Its just..." Aragorn had no idea what to say. He looked around nervously. Where was Arwen? She always knew what to say when situations like these arose.

"What is it?" Éowyn asked, still using a very girlish voice. She wasn't going to let him get away this time.

Aragorn blushed " I d-don't really want to."

"Come on, you need to get out." Éowyn started to drag Aragorn away.

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Yes my chapters are pretty short. Well my only reason is that these are the introductory chapters. So it's just introducing the fellowship, and others. Next on my list-

I'm sorry all you Arwen-fans, she had to go (For now), the same to all the Faramir-fans. Don't complain. You'll understand in the end. Please review!!!

Alexandra

TheElf