Bachelor Party 2

Disclaimer: like always I don't own any of this stuff. J.R.R. Tolkein does.

Faramir sits on the wooden bench, fingering the smooth, gold band around his finger. He exhales loudly and takes another sip of the ale in front of him. He is in a small pub; it is late so it's almost empty, except for the occasional drunk bloke. He hears the squeak of the front door opening; he turns to see who's come at this hour. It is Aragorn. He waves to the other human to come sit with him.

Aragorn sits across the table and looks over at Faramir.

"What are you doing here", asks the Ranger.

"I should ask you the same thing", Faramir replies, not looking up from his drink.

"You've just gotten married, you should be celebrating, not drinking whatever this is, in this hell hole." Aragorn picks up Faramir's mug and takes a whiff of the liquid then quickly turns his nose away from the offending drink, setting back in front of the man.

"What, like you did", Faramir scoffs at the other man, taking another sip of ale.

Aragorn rubs his forehead, remembering his own bachelor party. "Don't remind me", he replies. He shrugs and continues, "Anyway what do say to me, Legolas, and Gimli planning you a bachelor party for you for tomorrow night?"  

"Didn't the two of them plan your bachelor party", asks Faramir, raising an eyebrow towards Aragorn.

"Regrettably, yes, they did."

"And wasn't that a disaster?"

"Depends on how you look at it."

"They almost got you killed!"

"Guess you're right", Aragorn chuckles, "so, you up to it?"

Faramir looks down at the table for a second, thinking. Then looks back up at Aragorn. "This may be the ale talking, but yes. What's the worst that could happen?"

TBC…

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