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** = speaking in elvish or other language
"Something bothering you, Aragorn?"
The ranger turnedand saw Legolas comiing out from behind a tree. The elf had been sent ahead scouting. Legolas stopped by Aragorn and peered into his dark eyes curiously.
"Its nothing," Aragorn said, hating how his friend could pick his emotions out of the air. He swung his eyes back out into the depths of the night. Legolas followed suit.
They'd been traveling for roughly two weeks now (a/n I'm horrible at keeping track of time, if anyone's really picky about timelines please inform me of the correct time passage) and the land was changing. The ground was getting hard and the trees were becoming scarce as rocks and boulders were becoming more frequent. Soon they would be in the foothills. Aragorn was just thinking about asking Legolas if he'd founf anything on his scout when the elf whispered, **He's awake, again,**
Strider let his eyes flicker to the sleeping party. There, sleeping next to Boromir's figure, lay Brom, his glittering eyes open and fixed upon them. **I wonder what he hopes to accomplish by spying on us?** Legolas smiled and Aragorn looked at his companion
**I'm sure he just can't sleep, but I wouldn't be surprised if was doing more. He's sly and smart, that boy** Aragorn mused, than moved from the tree he'd been leaning against and stretched, his musceled body rippling under his baggy garb. **Besides, I trust him more than I do her**
**You speak of Lady Meia?**
**I do** Aragorn's voice grew soft as turned to face the party. Brom's eyes were closed again and his breathing slow and relaxed. Aragorn looked from him to a near by ceder tree where the druid sat his eyes closed, but Aragorn knew that the druid did little more than cat-nap. A little further over, curled up into a ball was Meia, he long hair was nest of leaves and twigs, and Aragorn had noticed during his watches that she would twitch violently when she slept. He wondered what she dreamed about. He then saw that Legolas was watching him, waiting for him to continue his tought. ** Do you remember that day in the council?** Aragorn asked. The elf nodded. **I have no doubts that the ring caused her to react so, but why did none of her party ro thers bound so closely to that ring like Master Bilbo, and myself? Their story, hers, just doesn't add up**
"Well," Legolas sighed, clapping Aragoen on the shoulder and returning to the common tongue, "Whether they add or subtract, it is my watch," Go rest your weary, thought-filled head, friend," Aragorn smiled and grasped the elf's opposite shoulder in silent thanks and did just that.