|All Is Fair In Love and War
Author: Cathair Is My Cat's Name PM
My first fan fiction. A mysterious figure comes to the Prancing Pony looking for a Ranger, a certain Ranger, Strider. They know each other but how? You'll have to read to find out! :) AragonXOC I hope you like it :) Rating might change depending on how i want the story to be...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Adventure - Frodo B. & Aragorn - Chapters: 9 - Words: 9,432 - Reviews: 23 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 42 - Updated: 06-04-13 - Published: 12-05-12 - id: 8768766
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In the dim shadows an old man walked down the street, his shoulders stooped and his arms wrapped around himself in the cold. A hooded figure stepped out of the shadows and approaches the old man. The old man looks up and seems to be listening to the figure speaking. The old man nods and, using his hands, starts pointing directions. The figure nods and sets off in the direction the man had pointed. The man watches the figure for a moment then turns and trudges away.
The figure looks around to make sure no one is following, her blue eyes searching left and right. She keeps heading down the road until she sees the lights of her destination, The Prancing Pony. She smiles to herself and her pace quickens as she nears the inn. She reaches for the door handle and quietly opens the door. In side there is an abundance of Men. They all seem to have some sort of drink. She makes her way over to the bar where she sees a man who she assumes to be the owner of the inn. He looks over at her and asks, "Is there anything I can get you?"
"Yes, is there a Ranger here by the name of Strider?"
"Strider, Strider, Strider…Ah yes! Over there in the corner, but I don't see why you would want to see him." He leans in a whispers, "Seems like a shady fellow if you ask me."
"Well no one asked you did they? My business with him is between him and me," she says as she turns toward the corner where the Ranger is sitting.
He is sitting with his head bowed over a tankard of ale and seemed to be thinking very hard. She studies him for a moment. He was tall, she could tell that just by looking at him, at least six and a half feet. His hair she knew has dark and his eyes a medium grey color. Her hand slipps to the scroll tucked in her belt and she knows how she will make her prescence known. She pulls out the scroll and walksover to his table, not even giving him a chance to look up she slamms the scroll on the table and throws back her hood revealing long black hair braided down her back. He looks up and smiles, "Hello Rilwen, its been a long time hasn't it?"