Aragorn and you decided to shelter from the rain in the Prancing Pony. It was pitch black outside, and the rain was colder than expected. You were soaked, as was Aragorn. You were shivering by the time you got inside. Finally, you got a room to stay the night after eating something warm. It tasted funny, but you didn't pay much mind to it, and continued eating. Finally, you got a room to sleep in for the night.

Aragorn really didn't care where he slept. He just wanted to warm up and sleep. It just happened that there was only one bed in the room. There were two pairs of dry clothes that were provided for you and Aragorn folded and placed on the bed.

You were only doing worse. You were trembling like a leaf, coughing, and even gagging as well. Could you have food poisoning?

"Are you ill?" Aragorn looked at you through his soaked, dark hair. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead.

"Yes." He muttered, more to himself than you.