Tolkien Fan Fiction
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Vilwarin: I love the northern Rangers (especially Halbarad), so I would like to have something with Halbarad and perhaps Aragorn. |
| "New Rangers, eh?" the innkeep grunted. They shrugged, and the man sighed, handing one of them a key, saying: "All right, my fine young Strider, just don't bother my girls." Once out of earshot, Aragorn muttered, "Why must I be 'Strider'?" "Because you are?" Halbarad quipped, then oofed! as Aragorn elbowed him. "Traitor," Aragorn growled, as a pair of chambermaids appeared. The Rangers stood aside, Halbarad bowing as they passed. The lasses smiled, hurrying away, but their whispers carried and Halbarad paled to hear: "Well one's mannerly! Leggy lad, though—a very heron!" Aragorn said naught; his grin told all. |
Later that night... |