3. Well-named - by Dwimordene
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.
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