A devilish plot stirred into Aragorn's mind as he was walking with his companions. As much as he disapproved to get between his friends, he had a sure fire way to get the two to take notice of their budding romance. To hatch his scheme he would have to draw out an emotion stronger than mere love, jealousy. Yes that green emotion that caused chaos in the heart and mind. He knew actually which companion to draw it out.

The ranger kept his cool demeanor and had no hints to what he was concocting in his mind's eye. His grey eyes glanced over his shoulder to the elf prince, "Legolas, I need you to come with me. " Then he paused in his gate and looked at the dwarf. "Gimli, I need you to stay here in case our hobbits come by this way." He hoped the other would be too nosey for his own good.

Legolas nodded and followed Aragorn who was their current leader. Still he
wondered why they were leaving Gimli behind. It displeased him to have to leave his friend alone in the forest especially with an axe. Goodness, he hoped the Fangorn Forest understand that the dwarf wasn't there to harm it. He didn't want to abandon his friend. His heart ached as he thought this over. He couldn't deny it that he longed for more than a friendship with the dwarf. His relationship with Gimli was very precious to him. He didn't want to lose the dwarf in this forest especially if an orc army could be around any corner. He walked a few steps forward with Aragorn then spoke in his elfish tongue, 'Why leave Gimli behind, he is our friend'

Aragorn looked to the elf and sighed, 'Don't fret Legolas, you'll thank me for this later. Now come along." He kept his gaze fixed on Legolas and never looked back to the dwarf. If he had looked to him, he was certain the gaze would turn him to stone.

Yes, Gimli was fuming without any words. What was so special that the human and elf needed privacy?! Always speaking in elfish tongue. It was very suspicious! Wait… was Aragorn two timing his lady friend with the elf prince?! Why was he getting to angry about the idea of Aragorn touching his elf… friend! Darn it, now the dwarf just had to see for himself what was going on. There was no command that would stop him from spying on the two. He had to know what they were scheming together. He was quietly following the two further behind and hid on the other side of a large boulder.

Legolas was unaware that their dwarf friend was so close behind; perhaps because his mind was clouded with other thoughts. Aragorn knew all too well and smirked. The wooden wheels were in motion and there was no turning back. They stopped in the middle of a clearing. It was quiet with the murmur of the woodlands surrounding them. Aragorn stopped and turned to face Legolas. He walked a few paces closer to the elf and noticed something amiss with his hair. "Legolas, one of your braids has come undone." He reached out to him and ran his hand over the loosen braid. Then his fingers brushed against the elf's pointed ear. The light touch caused the elf to softly moan. Elves' pointed ears were quite sensitive. The elf blushed from embarrassment from making such a sound from the accidentally touch.

Gimli heard the elf and grumbled, there was no way he would allow Aragorn to have his elf! Wait his elf? By coalmines, yes and he would fight for his most valued treasure! He was quick to act and shouted as he leapt from the boulder, "THE ELF IS-" Thump! The dwarf gracefully tripped over a rock and face planted into the rich earth.

"Gimli!" The elf prince rushed over to the side of his fallen friend. He fell to his knees and touched his shoulder. "Are you alright?" He watched as Gimli was getting back on to his feet. He was happy his friend had been so close, he was confused with the way Aragon tried to make a pass at him. It would have looked intimate in Gimli's point of view. He wondered if that was cause for Gimli's sudden rage. He tried to lighten the mood once he saw his friend wasn't too hurt. "Looks like you cant tease me of tripping now."

"Aye" Gimli dusted himself off and glared at the man. Oh, he had a few words to toss at him and perhaps an axe. Then the concerned eyes of the elf that had knelt beside him captured his attention. "Legolas could I speak to you in private but first there is something I must do." He headed into the direction of Aragorn.

Legolas nodded "Of course, I'll wait here for you" He walked over to a vine covered log. He wondered what Gimli wanted to talk about. It was a rather odd day filled with people wanted to discuss things but nothing had been spoken. He bit his bottom lip and sighed. Did Gimli catch on to his feelings for him? He knew he had to hide his heart; he was never lucky in the game of love. His first love fell in love with a dwarf. Now. Here he was in love with a different dwarf. What a bizarre twist of fate to have his heart longing to be with a dwarf.

He remembered how his father used to insult the dwarvan race and say they were nothing but greedy, dirty people. Yet he saw no greed with Gimli, instead, he saw a strong person with a kind heart, a loyal person and an excellent ally. Perhaps, dwarves were greedy because Gimli stolen the most precious treasure of all, his heart. No matter what his father told him, he knew that he loved Gilmi and he was not ashamed to fall for his dwarf companion. Still he had to figure out if he could ever tell him the truth.

Meanwhile, Gimli was a few seconds of using his axe on Aragorn. He turned to face him with daggers in his dark eyes and he erupted like a volcano with a booming voice. "What is blaze'n brimstone was that about?! I thought you have your own elf lady and now you want Legolas too? I won't let you have him," He firmly gripped his weapon." You'll have to go through my axe first!"

"Is that so?" Aragorn chuckled and crossed his arms " Well, that's what I hoping you would say." He rested his arms at his side and gently smiled. "Fear not my love is only for Arwen. I merely was getting a stubborn dwarf to realize who he loved."

Gimli simmered down and put away his weapon. He shook his head and furrowed his brow. He grumbled," I can't believe, a ranger tricked me! Well, wish me luck I am talking to the elf tonight"

"You need no luck for this, " Aragorn looked over at his friend , "Have courage and chose your words." He hoped that his friend wouldn't mess this up. Confessions seemed to require more courage than fighting to the death in a war.