Source: Pre-ring War Middle-earth
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s place of imagination, Kortirion’s place of refuge.
Aragorn waded beyond the surf, following the sea-elves obediently, if dubiously. He’d travelled to the coast with Mithrandir – who’d promptly departed!
Today, they proposed introducing him to a neighbour, whose name he could scarcely pronounce. ‘Must be coming by boat...’ he thought, though no vessel was in sight. The elves ahead glanced back at him.
Suddenly, warm smoothness, like wet velvet, slid across his half-bare buttocks. Aragorn staggered away, but saw the elves grinning...
“He likes to surprise strangers,” one winked.
Above the waves were friendly dark eyes atop a beak of fearsome teeth, which clicked furiously with unmistakable laughter.