There is an inn, a merry old inn - Aralas one shot

There is an inn, a merry old inn

Title: There is an inn, a merry old inn

Author: TC

Fandom: lord of the rings

Pairing: Aralas

Rating: PG

Summary: Old friends gathered for a special celebration in The Prancing pony. During the festivities Aragorn and Legolas seek some alone time.

Notes: This fanfiction is based on the book ^^

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It was late in the evening, 8pm to be exact. The night was warm with a crisp breeze. Hobbits, Baggins', Brandybucks, Tooks, Proudfoot, even the Sackvilles dared to venture so far out of Hobbiton, there was the Hornblowers and all other Hobbits alike. Dwarfs and Elves came to see what could bring such a crowd into Bree at the prancing Pony. Even Old farmer Maggot could hear the cheers and roars from his house across the river. This was the busiest Barliman Butterbur had seen his inn. Though it was rather a very special occasion for a very old friend.

Bilbo sat at a table, with him sat Frodo, Sam, and of course Pippin. All with ale filled to the rim and laughing at jokes merrily. Bilbo scanned the crowded inn with his aging eyes, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face and sagging cheeks. "A night to remember indeed" The old Hobbit muttered from behind his pipe. Gleaming to Frodo with eyes that's seen everything and was ready to see more.

Aragorn was also there. Sitting next to his friend also puffing on his pipe but he did not partake in Pippins jokes. He held his ale firmly in his hand with peering eyes and with his other hand he had rested on Bilbo's back. Leaning in to the old Hobbit and whispering. "It isn't your birthday without Gandalf's fireworks." The ranger chuckled.

"There ain't nothin' louder than Gandalf's wiz poppers. If only my old gaffer were here to see such a beautiful magic show, one last time. " Sam chimed in with a gleaming smile.

Frodo placed his hand on Sam's shoulder and smiled warmly. "He would have loved it, Sam"

"Ah yes! Where has that wizard gone to anyway? Always late.." Snarled Bilbo with another puff of his pipe.

The door swung open with a loud bang as it hit the wall, blowing in the cold air from the crispy night outside. The sound startled the folk causing them to stop and turn their heads to the door.

There stood a tall man with a long beard and hair, wearing bright clothes with his staff gripped tightly in his hand. " alas, the journey was rough, but No matter, I can now warm my feet by the fire." Teased the wizard as he walked through the door, stopping at Bilbo's table. "Happy birthday, my friend. "

Shortly after the wizard made his entrance, Legolas followed behind, stepping quietly with a bit of an overwhelmed expression when he saw the folk's confused stares.

The elf-prince quickly found Aragorn and took a seat next to him. "I apologize for our late arrival. I got lost finding my way here but luckily Gandalf found me and he was kind enough to let me stay with him for the rest of the Journey. "

The Ranger smiled merrily to his Elf and took ahold of his hand gently. "Im'm glad cin're hi"(I'm glad you're here)" The Ranger said with a bow of his head.

"Ah Gandalf, Gandalf!" Bilbo gleamed as he took ahold of the wizards hands and gazed into his eyes. "You don't look any different!" The old Hobbit Jokes.

"Gandalf!!" Cheered Frodo as he leaped from his seat. Eager to see his friend he ran straight into the wizard and leaped into his lap. Giving him a welcoming hug. "We didn't think you would come!"