Aragorn's Having Dirty Dreams Again.

Disclaimer and explanation: All characters within belong to Tolkein, may he live forever (oh wait, he's already dead. Damn.) The whole dream thing comes from the film, and those are highly amusing. This silly little fic came into my head while I was walking down a mountain, so just be nice, please?

It was late in the night, and the three hunters rested beneath the trees of Fangorn. Aragorn and Gimli lay asleep, curled up on the grass. Legolas leaned against an oak, keen eyes flicking through the branches and around the area. They rested for a moment on Aragorn, who was twitching in his sleep.


Aragorn's dream led him through the woods of Rivendell, to a small summerhouse. The sun filtered through the green leaves, warming him as he approached the building. He drew closer and saw a slender figure, clad in white, stood in the doorway.

"Arwen," he whispered, watching her dark hair twisting in the breeze.


Legolas watched Aragorn closely, smirking slightly as he noticed the man's movements. The elf's acute hearing picked up the whispered name, and he rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what the man was dreaming about, again. He stood up straight and walked away into the trees, picking up a mug as he went.


Aragorn reached the summerhouse where Arwen waited, a smile on her lips. He reached for her, but his hands closed on air as she playfully dodged away. She laughed lightly, dancing back as he came after her.

After a short chase round the room, his arms encircled her waist and he pulled her in for a kiss. She ran her hands through his hair and slid her arms round his neck.

Gradually, Arwen pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. Underneath her, Aragorn writhed, trapped beneath her questing hands.


Legolas returned to see Aragorn wriggling on the ground, emitting soft moans. The elf smiled wickedly and crept towards the man, accidentally spilling some water onto Gimli as he walked past. The dwarf sat up abruptly.

"What in blazes.?" he began, but was silenced by Legolas' finger on his lips.

"Shh," the elf cautioned, "Aragorn's having dirty dreams again."

Gimli snorted with laughter, then spied the cup in Legolas' hand.

"Are you about to do what I think you are, Master Elf?" he asked as his friend sneaked closer to the sleeping Aragorn.

Legolas' only reply was a grin as he stood poised, the cup held over Aragorn's head. The man chose this moment to voice a loud groan and a cry of "Arwen!". Gleefully, Legolas emptied the cup of water onto Aragorn. The ranger sat bolt upright, spluttering. He looked up at the identical grins on the faces of Legolas and Gimli.

"What?" he asked innocently.