The Lay of Arwen Undomiel

(Aragorn gets a hangover from the drunken night below)
(someone knocks)
(pulls the pillow onto his head to block out the sound)
(the knocking persisted)
(Aragorn groaned, grabbing another pillow to cover his head)
(the knocking proceeded louder)
(Aragorn groaned louder, muttered some choice curses, tried to get out of bed but successfully rolled off his bed and landed on the floor with a loud thud instead, complimented with a yowl)
(Appreciative muffled guffaws heard from outside the door)
(Aragorn muttered some other choice curses in all languages of the elves and men that he knew of and stumbled haphazardly towards the door of his room)

Aragorn : (opened the door, and bellowed) Leave me in peace!
No visitors until this calamity decease!

Elladan : (was beheld a sight of something resembling a yeti on a bad hair day, and the smell of something unwashed and definitely rotting for a week. He doesn’t really wish know about it.) For Valar’s sake pull yourself together,
(genuinely disgusted )I’ve never seen you having such behaviour!
Aragorn : My heart was struck and it felt blessed,
Only to be refused and a man less,
Leave me, cousin, to my woes,
Or feed me thus to Morgoth’s wolves.

Elladan : (pity touched his heart on Aragorn’s plight)
O Aragorn cousin, Estel brother,
Be the bamboo tree against harsh weather,
Bend if you must, when times need be,
But stand tall again, for the love of she.

Aragorn : (silent, as his head was still throbbing, and his heart aching)

Elladan : (cough) Now on the fact that it is our sister,
Have you gone mad, Estel, what of father?
Think you not of how he’d feel?
Think not he would wish to kill?
And of us, is this jest?
(hoping that he’d get the hint and find a human girl) Never feel that you’re a man less.

Aragorn : (ridiculously reminded of another Lord Elrond in the making, with that kind of lecture)
Brother, do not think ill for me,
How should I know of she?
Hearts chose not their targets wisely,
But choose it did, no cup of tea,
I may not be the wisest choice,
If love joined, not all rejoice,
Yet love her I will, with all my heart,
And cherish her till death do us part.
Now, Elladan, leave me thus,
To straighten out how things was.

Elladan : (pity bordering on guilt) May the Valar bless you, and aid your journey,
(under his breath) For your sake, brother, find another lady.

End of Act 4.

Note :*tears* Poor Aragorn… sob…sob..sob… excuse me…

Kinda gloomy for a parody, yeah, but men don’t take rejections easily, and this poor fella is no exception, special circumstances or no. I’m sorry my additions came late.

Oh, be kind. I'm betaless (lazy me yeah).