It was not often that he had this much time to himself. He could not help but to admire how beautiful the weather was today; it was the first day in weeks that the sun had shown her face. It was times like this that he truly cherished, time away from the city with the wide-open sky above him. He had never really lost his elf-like affinity for nature, and especially the trees. It was because of this that he had chosen to spend one of his rare spare moments here, perched high in a tree, just past the outskirts of the bustling stone city.
As he sits comfortably nestled in the crease of two branches, with the cloak from his days as a Ranger flapping gently around him and its hood drawn over his face, a sudden voice startles him out of his reverie. "What's this?" With a mild oath Aragorn slips between the branches to land a foot behind the speaker, sword in hand. The newcomer speaks again, slightly mockingly, as he turns to face Aragorn. "A Ranger caught off his guard?" As Aragorn recognized him he slid Andruril back into its sheath before throwing back his hood.
"Mae govvannen Legolas!"
"Suiliad mellon-nin," with a smile he asks, "Why are you out here, instead of back in the city doing something more kingly then smoking a good pipe from the smell of it, high in a tree?" With a grin the king swings back up onto the tree and continues his pipe where he left off as he waits for the Elf to join him.
"The answer, my woodland friend, is that my return journey took less time that I had expected and not wanting to waste the opportunity I took to the refuge of the trees and a good pipe. It seems that I have not lost the affinity for nature that Elrond raised me with. But what brings you back from your journey so early?"
"It is a long story my friend." And with these words the friends began the afternoon sharing stories and reminiscing, high in a tree.