The Grooming of Aragorn
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,788
Reviews:
6
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Manners Manners
*** Sorry not much action in this chapter...I promise the next one will be MUCH better***
Disclaimer: I don't own Arwen the manwhore, Aragorn, or Legolas (though I wish I did), or even Elrond the bastard.
"Today, Aragorn, we are going to learn table manners. As we both know, you're table manners are...for loss of a better word..rusty." Aragorn, and Legolas were sitting in Legolas' apartment at a table Legolas had set with all the right utensils.
"But I already learned all this stuff." Aragorn protested. Legolas sighed, and rolled his eyes.
"Yes Aragorn...yes you did, about 15 years ago. Thus my use of the word *rusty*." Aragorn grumbled beneath his voice, something about queers, Frodo, and stupid elves.
"I heard that." Legolas looked sharply at a now very frightened Aragorn. "First of all this is not queer, it's *normal*, got that? Second of all Frodo is no-...ok, second of all I'm not stupid. So shut up and re-learn your table manners in peace."
"This is your basic table setting anywhere in the house of Elrond." Aragorn looked down at the dozens of things that lay before him dazedly remembering a time many years ago, when Elrond had snapped at him for using the wrong fork. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.
"What you have to remember is to work your way in, when you're using the forks and spoons." Legolas daintily picked up each fork and spoon, and proceeded to explain what it was for.
THREE HOURS LATER
"I'm very proud of you Aragorn. Pass the bread please." As Aragorn passed Legolas, their hands brushed. Legolas felt a jolt of electricity pass through him. This was strange, it was the second time he had such a feeling when he was near Aragorn. He looked up and saw Aragorn watching him intently, Legolas felt his cheeks burn, and he got up briskly.
"That's enough of that. Time for conversations with Elrond." Legolas said, his voice shaking just enough for Aragorn to notice.
"Ahhhh...do I have to?" Aragorn whined. Legolas spun on his heel and glared at Aragorn, who promptly got up and sat down across from Legolas, primly.
"Ok now let's say I'm Elrond," Legolas paused as Aragorn raised his eyebrows, " OK let's pretend I'm Elrond, except I'm not a stuck up bastard, and I don't have a huge mole on my face." Aragorn nodded solemnly and continued to listen.
"OK, I ask you how you plan on supporting Arwen after marriage." Aragorn looked at Legolas with confusion.
"I'm a king." Legolas looked hard at Aragorn, trying to decipher whether or not he was joking. He wasn't.
"That's not the point."
"That's absolutely the point, I'm a king, I get my money from taxes, and usurping from the locals."
"Ok, so say that, but leave out the usurping. Say that you plan on continuing as King, and that you will see to it that Arwen will feel as home as possible." Aragorn sighed and nodded.
"Ok, so what if I asked you what Arwen will do when you die?"
"That's easy, I'll just live forever." Laughed Aragorn.
"You've been drinking that cheap wine again that I told you to throw out, haven't you?" Legolas accused, pointing his finger at Aragorn.
"NO! I haven't been drinking it, it's in my closet-I mean my the garbage, I swear it's in the garbage." Aragorn pleaded earnestly. Legolas lowered his pointing finger, still suspicious.
"So, what will you do?"
"If what?"
"If I asked you that question, what would you answer?"
"What question?"
"Damn it Aragorn, stop being difficult."
"Then why don't you kiss me?"
"What?" Legolas asked blankly. Aragorn looked disappointed as he sighed,
"Nothing." "No, did you really mean that?"
"I..I guess"
"Are you telling me that you love me, and not that man whore Arwen?"
"Hey, she *is* my fiancé, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun." Aragorn grinned at Legolas.
***Sorry to leave you hanging as to whether they'll ~do it~ or not, but I'm hungry, write more later***
Disclaimer: I don't own Arwen the manwhore, Aragorn, or Legolas (though I wish I did), or even Elrond the bastard.
"Today, Aragorn, we are going to learn table manners. As we both know, you're table manners are...for loss of a better word..rusty." Aragorn, and Legolas were sitting in Legolas' apartment at a table Legolas had set with all the right utensils.
"But I already learned all this stuff." Aragorn protested. Legolas sighed, and rolled his eyes.
"Yes Aragorn...yes you did, about 15 years ago. Thus my use of the word *rusty*." Aragorn grumbled beneath his voice, something about queers, Frodo, and stupid elves.
"I heard that." Legolas looked sharply at a now very frightened Aragorn. "First of all this is not queer, it's *normal*, got that? Second of all Frodo is no-...ok, second of all I'm not stupid. So shut up and re-learn your table manners in peace."
"This is your basic table setting anywhere in the house of Elrond." Aragorn looked down at the dozens of things that lay before him dazedly remembering a time many years ago, when Elrond had snapped at him for using the wrong fork. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.
"What you have to remember is to work your way in, when you're using the forks and spoons." Legolas daintily picked up each fork and spoon, and proceeded to explain what it was for.
THREE HOURS LATER
"I'm very proud of you Aragorn. Pass the bread please." As Aragorn passed Legolas, their hands brushed. Legolas felt a jolt of electricity pass through him. This was strange, it was the second time he had such a feeling when he was near Aragorn. He looked up and saw Aragorn watching him intently, Legolas felt his cheeks burn, and he got up briskly.
"That's enough of that. Time for conversations with Elrond." Legolas said, his voice shaking just enough for Aragorn to notice.
"Ahhhh...do I have to?" Aragorn whined. Legolas spun on his heel and glared at Aragorn, who promptly got up and sat down across from Legolas, primly.
"Ok now let's say I'm Elrond," Legolas paused as Aragorn raised his eyebrows, " OK let's pretend I'm Elrond, except I'm not a stuck up bastard, and I don't have a huge mole on my face." Aragorn nodded solemnly and continued to listen.
"OK, I ask you how you plan on supporting Arwen after marriage." Aragorn looked at Legolas with confusion.
"I'm a king." Legolas looked hard at Aragorn, trying to decipher whether or not he was joking. He wasn't.
"That's not the point."
"That's absolutely the point, I'm a king, I get my money from taxes, and usurping from the locals."
"Ok, so say that, but leave out the usurping. Say that you plan on continuing as King, and that you will see to it that Arwen will feel as home as possible." Aragorn sighed and nodded.
"Ok, so what if I asked you what Arwen will do when you die?"
"That's easy, I'll just live forever." Laughed Aragorn.
"You've been drinking that cheap wine again that I told you to throw out, haven't you?" Legolas accused, pointing his finger at Aragorn.
"NO! I haven't been drinking it, it's in my closet-I mean my the garbage, I swear it's in the garbage." Aragorn pleaded earnestly. Legolas lowered his pointing finger, still suspicious.
"So, what will you do?"
"If what?"
"If I asked you that question, what would you answer?"
"What question?"
"Damn it Aragorn, stop being difficult."
"Then why don't you kiss me?"
"What?" Legolas asked blankly. Aragorn looked disappointed as he sighed,
"Nothing." "No, did you really mean that?"
"I..I guess"
"Are you telling me that you love me, and not that man whore Arwen?"
"Hey, she *is* my fiancé, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun." Aragorn grinned at Legolas.
***Sorry to leave you hanging as to whether they'll ~do it~ or not, but I'm hungry, write more later***