It was a wet and miserable night in late April. It had been raining all day and the two rangers were unable to make a fire.
As if being drenched from head to toe were not enough, Halbarad was driving him crazy with his constant pacing.
"For the Valars' sake, could you just sit down?" His companion ignored him.
Aragorn threw his hands in the air, stood up and walked over to him. It wouldn't matter now.
Taking him by surprise he tackled his friend to the ground.
Roheryn watched the two muddy and laughing humans rolling on the ground in bewilderment.
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