“ I would not dare oppose the great wisdom of men. ”
Ever sharp of tongue – ah, and humor both, this fair, great son of the woodland realm. Aragorn conceded. A faint smile pulled upon his lips inspired little by Legolas’ words – though indeed, how juvenile the slight! Yet, great, true, was the wound – but by the strength in that friendship of both man and elf. Pity him, dear friend. That’d teach a Ranger to suggest a prince to wade waist-deep in waters smelling foully like death.
But, alas, it had fish. And a great, great many of it.
“Should you hope for supper before the failing of daylight, then I would hope not.”
His brow quirked. It was an open invitation to complain to that!














