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The Grooming of Aragorn
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,787
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Shopping!
***This chapter came out fast because it's the holidays. I would really like some reviews though. Tell me whether you like the way it's going or not....before it's too late.***
Disclaimer: All this stuff is from Tolkien's head, and writing, I'm just building on it. You don't sue me...I don't sue you..That way we're all happy...
"we dwe done yet?" A weary Aragorn slumped against the wall of the 64th elvish boutique, that Legolas had dragged him too. It seemed that Legolas had bought more clothes for himself than for Aragorn. Not that, reflected Aragorn, Legolas had not bought him clothes. Aragorn's arms were full of shopping bags, and Legolas had mercifully decided to have the rest sent back to his temporary room in Rivendale. Legolas now glanced back at Aragorn.
"Almost, just one last store, and then we can go home." Answeregolagolas, ignoring Aragorn's groans. They set off for the next shoe store, where Legolas proceeded to try on countless pairs of shoes, and thrusting a pair in Aragorn's face every now and then.
"You like these?" Before giving Aragorn a chance to speak, Legolas turned to the saleself, "Good, he'll take them. Oh and can I have a look at that one too?" It seemed like eternity before he finally got up, and dragged Aragorn back home.
"Wasn't that fun?" Legolas plunked ***yeah yeah I know Legolas doesn't PLUNK.but pretend Ok?***down on the floor and eagerly dug through the shopping bags. Aragorn fell to the floor and began to take deep breathes in order to keep himself from strangling Legolas, not that he had the strength to actually do it.
"Aragon." Uh oh, thought Aragorn....he didn't like Legolas' tone.
"Yes." Aragorn answered meekly.
"I don't remember buying this." The elf said icily, holding up a very dirty, or just very ugly brown tunic, as if it were a rat.
"Yeah, I bought that," Aragorn said enthusiastically, " You were busy looking at belts, so I just said to the saleself to ring that too. It'll look so great in battle, I mean someone has already used it in battle but-" Aragorn stopped seeing the deathly glares he was getting from his friend.
"Let me get this straight," Legolas said slowly, trying to grasp this unknown concept. "You bought *used* clothing?" Aragorn bowed his head, in what could be identified as shame, and nodded his head slowly. Legolas stared at Aragorn for a moment, and then back at the tunic, which had begun to shake, as Legolas' hands were also shaking uncontrollably.
"I have never EVER, even looked at this type of....clothing, and you dared to bring it into my home?" Legolas hissed shooting death rays at Aragorn. Aragorn gulped and offered a wavery smile. Legolas took a deep breath and got up to open the window of his apartment, out of which he promptly threw the tunic.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Aragorn. "I liked that." He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away. "You never want me to have any fun." He muttered. Legolas' gaze softened and he thought about how his friend must feel, being new to the whole concept of clean and fresh.
"Aragorn, I'm sorry I overreacted a tad bit." He hesitated seeing Aragorn's look "OK OK, so I overreacted a lot. But you have to understand that I've never seen anyone as, well to put it bluntly my friend, as filthy, ignorant about clothing, and stubborn as you." Aragorn turned towards Legolas.
"I know." Sighed Aragon, "It's hard on both of us." He embraced Legolas gruffly, and Legolas felt an odd surge, now that Aragorn was getting more and more sophisticated, Legolas found himself more and more attracted to his old friend. Shaking this thought from his head, Legolas embraced him back.
"So when do you want to try all of these on again?"
***Yeah, ok for all of you who don’t like slash, I’m NOT ASKING YOU TO READ THIS!***
Disclaimer: All this stuff is from Tolkien's head, and writing, I'm just building on it. You don't sue me...I don't sue you..That way we're all happy...
"we dwe done yet?" A weary Aragorn slumped against the wall of the 64th elvish boutique, that Legolas had dragged him too. It seemed that Legolas had bought more clothes for himself than for Aragorn. Not that, reflected Aragorn, Legolas had not bought him clothes. Aragorn's arms were full of shopping bags, and Legolas had mercifully decided to have the rest sent back to his temporary room in Rivendale. Legolas now glanced back at Aragorn.
"Almost, just one last store, and then we can go home." Answeregolagolas, ignoring Aragorn's groans. They set off for the next shoe store, where Legolas proceeded to try on countless pairs of shoes, and thrusting a pair in Aragorn's face every now and then.
"You like these?" Before giving Aragorn a chance to speak, Legolas turned to the saleself, "Good, he'll take them. Oh and can I have a look at that one too?" It seemed like eternity before he finally got up, and dragged Aragorn back home.
"Wasn't that fun?" Legolas plunked ***yeah yeah I know Legolas doesn't PLUNK.but pretend Ok?***down on the floor and eagerly dug through the shopping bags. Aragorn fell to the floor and began to take deep breathes in order to keep himself from strangling Legolas, not that he had the strength to actually do it.
"Aragon." Uh oh, thought Aragorn....he didn't like Legolas' tone.
"Yes." Aragorn answered meekly.
"I don't remember buying this." The elf said icily, holding up a very dirty, or just very ugly brown tunic, as if it were a rat.
"Yeah, I bought that," Aragorn said enthusiastically, " You were busy looking at belts, so I just said to the saleself to ring that too. It'll look so great in battle, I mean someone has already used it in battle but-" Aragorn stopped seeing the deathly glares he was getting from his friend.
"Let me get this straight," Legolas said slowly, trying to grasp this unknown concept. "You bought *used* clothing?" Aragorn bowed his head, in what could be identified as shame, and nodded his head slowly. Legolas stared at Aragorn for a moment, and then back at the tunic, which had begun to shake, as Legolas' hands were also shaking uncontrollably.
"I have never EVER, even looked at this type of....clothing, and you dared to bring it into my home?" Legolas hissed shooting death rays at Aragorn. Aragorn gulped and offered a wavery smile. Legolas took a deep breath and got up to open the window of his apartment, out of which he promptly threw the tunic.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" yelled Aragorn. "I liked that." He crossed his arms over his chest and turned away. "You never want me to have any fun." He muttered. Legolas' gaze softened and he thought about how his friend must feel, being new to the whole concept of clean and fresh.
"Aragorn, I'm sorry I overreacted a tad bit." He hesitated seeing Aragorn's look "OK OK, so I overreacted a lot. But you have to understand that I've never seen anyone as, well to put it bluntly my friend, as filthy, ignorant about clothing, and stubborn as you." Aragorn turned towards Legolas.
"I know." Sighed Aragon, "It's hard on both of us." He embraced Legolas gruffly, and Legolas felt an odd surge, now that Aragorn was getting more and more sophisticated, Legolas found himself more and more attracted to his old friend. Shaking this thought from his head, Legolas embraced him back.
"So when do you want to try all of these on again?"
***Yeah, ok for all of you who don’t like slash, I’m NOT ASKING YOU TO READ THIS!***