Vilwarin: I love the northern Rangers (especially Halbarad), so I would like to have something with Halbarad and perhaps Aragorn.
Once out of earshot, Aragorn muttered, "Why must I be 'Strider'?"
"Because you are?" Halbarad quipped, then oofed! as Aragorn elbowed him.
"Traitor," Aragorn growled, as a pair of chambermaids appeared. The Rangers stood aside, Halbarad bowing as they passed. The lasses smiled, hurrying away, but their whispers carried and Halbarad paled to hear:
"Well one's mannerly! Leggy lad, though—a very heron!"
Aragorn said naught; his grin told all.
Later that night...