Now the coronation ceremony was over, Aragorn invited everyone into his halls to begin the great feast that had been prepared. Everyone flooded into the halls and were stunned at the huge tables upon tables of food that lay before them. The Hobbits and the Dwarf were particularly eager to begin feasting themselves. Everyone helped themselves, for there was plenty for everyone, and they enjoyed the music, the company and the general happy atmosphere that surrounded everywhere. Most people present at the ceremony did not understand what had happened between their new King and the strange blond-haired visitor who had collapsed so suddenly before Aragorn's feet – either that or they were too far back to see anything, so everyone acted as if nothing had happened. Aragorn was worried for his friend, as was the Dwarf and the rest of the Fellowship who knew what the Elf had suffered – and was still suffering – and hoped for his safe return. However, due to the banquet, the feast and the importance of the occasion on general, although they still thought of Legolas in their hearts, the happy atmosphere and the buzz of everyone around them overtook them and they mingled with the Gondorian people, with their own friends and with other strange and wonderful visitors who had travelled far and wide for this occasion.
Aragorn spoke to many people with Arwen constantly at his side. Arwen quietly inquired into his ear as to what was wrong with Legolas, as she could see all too clearly the immense pain the Elf seemed to be enduring. But Aragorn told her not to worry about it – he told her that this occasion and his final meeting with her again must not be destroyed by anything, he was just so happy to see her again and best of all, to have her as his wife for the rest of his days.
The banquet lasted for many hours, well into the evening. After a number of hours – Aragorn did not know how many exactly, but it was a fair few – Aragorn was finishing a goblet of wine, glad at having just a few minutes without having to talk to anybody or thank somebody for coming so far just for him, when in the corner, totally alone, watching the swarms of people before her, eating and socialising, was Anié. His eyes widened. He quickly finished his wine and looked around hurriedly to see where Arwen had gone. He was relieved to see her talking with her father, so he made a swift exit in her direction.
Anié soon saw him coming, but she did not move towards him. She remained absolutely still, the expression on her face not moving in the slightest. She did not bow down to Aragorn, nor did she smile as he approached. He came up to her with a look on his face desperate for news. She looked back into his face: it was strange to Aragorn that her face was neither happy nor sad; it was not emotionless, but he couldn't tell how she felt inside or what thoughts were running through her mind.
"How is he?" he asked.
She could hear the worry in his voice. She was no longer worried – she had no need. Ever since he had woken up, she had every confidence in him; she had faith in him and knew she would do everything in her power to help him.
"He is resting" she replied quietly and calmly. "It would not be wise to disturb him".
Although Aragorn wished to see Legolas and speak with him if possible, seeing him now was not a necessity and Aragorn understood that Legolas needed to time to rest and recover. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder and walked her gently out of the door.
"Anié …" he asked her as quietly and unobtrusively as possible, "what happened?"
Anié looked at him, not confused, but her face showed nothing but calmness and contentedness.
"How did he …"
Anié smiled. Although Aragorn seemed almost incapable of finishing his sentence, Anié knew what he was trying to say. She looked down to the floor, still smiling and told to Aragorn the story of how Legolas awakened.