"'Twas a sunny day that King Elessar arrived in Minas Tirith on his glistening, majestic, fantastically stunning-"
"You are describing a horse Aragorn," Gimli spoke with a scoff. "The thing isn't that pleasant."
Surprisingly Legolas answered back, "I beg to differ. Your opinion does not count my friend, you were thrown off by said horse. You are bound to find it unpleasant."
Alcop nervously shifted in his chair. "Why not we let Aragorn finish?" he spoke nervously.
"- beautiful, delightfully trained, strong-"
"Just get to the actual point. The horse's ego is boosted enough as it is, Aragorn!"
"-sexy, dreamy, lovely, sparkly... saddle."
Gimli's mouth dropped open. "Bless my beard..." he muttered angrily. "Are ya saying all that was for a SADDLE?!" he raged.
Even Legolas seemed a tiny bit put off. He gave Aragorn a disapproving stare, which the king ignored in totality.
"He also kinda liked the horse. But. 'Twas just a horse, no?" Aragorn was sent the sharpest of glares and stares that the three listening had to offer.
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a Middle Earth therapy session
FanfictionAn elf, a man and a dwarf; three seasoned warriors. What could have possibly gotten all three teetering on the edge of absolute insanity? (Or; where a wacky therapist learns from his patients and where they learn to let go.)
