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Chapter 3

You wake to see Aragorn by the wardrobe, pulling a tunic over his torso. Groggily, you rub the sleep out of your eyes and stretch. Hangovers don't affect the elven race, although your usual morning air might be enough to prove that different. He looks over at you.
"Good morning", he says with a smile. You fall back onto the bed in exhaustion, making him chuckle.

"Good morning to all! I see you two were cozy!" You groan, embarrassed to see Sam, Frodo, Pippin and Merry peeking through the open door. You throw a pillow at them, sailing through the door and missing all of them. They laugh as Pippin continues, "Better not let Legolas see, he'll have your head!" Pippin shouts to Aragorn.

"Tell me what?" You hear your brother's voice across the hall. You flinch as you attempt to come up with an excuse to distract him.

"Um... t-that I fell asleep on the table with a-"  you look at Aragorn for help, but he simply shrugs, indicating he can't help.

"—Pair of Pippin's trousers in the fruit basket!" You blurt out. Pippin gasps.

"I never-" he begins, but you cut him off.

"If you don't agree your trousers won't be the only thing in that basket", you hiss. Frodo grins at Pippin's face of terror.

"Erm... Yup! Those are mine! How'd they get there? Astonishing what two drunk people can do, really!" He squeaks, earning a nod of approval from you. The hobbits hold back laughter as Legolas comes to the door. Quietly, you slink under the bed.

"Sorry... It just sounded like Y/N was here", Legolas shrugs. You breathe a silent sigh of relief. "But if she isn't here, where is she?" Aragorn shrugs. Shit! You think as you lay in your hiding spot. Legolas advances to the bed. You curse every swear you can think of.

"Um... Actually, Legolas, I think I saw her in the garden. I left to get parsnips for lunch, and she was near the bench", Frodo comes to your rescue and just like that, you make a mental note to give Frodo anything he wants. Legolas makes for the gardens, giving you time to wriggle out of the bed. You look at Aragorn and smile, receiving a wink and a grin in return. You pass him, blushing hard when he slaps your ass playfully. Just then, Legolas meets you in the hallway, looking at you with suspicion.

"Whose shirt is that?", he asks, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow. You put your hands behind your back and squeeze your nails against your palm.

"Um.. Well I just grabbed one from the living room", you say casually. "I just thought it was either yours or Frodo's". He looks at you and smirks, trying to read you.

"I don't wear brown, so it couldn't have been mine", he says spitefully, giving a small smile of victory. You roll your eyes.

"Yeah, and how was I supposed to know that you don't wear a brown undershirt?"

"Good point."

"Actually, it's mine", Frodo saves you again. "Well, my cousin's half hobbit, half man, so it's pretty big, even on you, Y/N." You almost cry in relief. Legolas pauses for a second before shrugging and passing the hallway, turning at a circle shaped door labeled "kitchen". You breathe another sigh of relief and turn to Frodo.

"Thank you so much!" You kiss his cheek and hug him. He just shakes his head and smiles.

"All for love, right?" He says with a chuckle. You pull away with another thank-you and return to Aragorn's room, leaning on the doorframe and crossing your arms.

"You better help next time, that almost killed me", you say, smiling and arching your eyebrows. He chuckles and you turn to leave, but you are pulled back by strong, calluses hands. Putting his head near your ear, Aragorn leans closer, his breath moving the loose hair near your neck.

"We'll shut the door next time, then..."
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Well goodness me

Chapter four's probably gonna be up by tomorrow or the day after so stay posted

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