Okay, I still own nothing. By now, I should probably thank Laerupeth for her help in getting information on Orome, and the elven dictionary, and to tro and Laer for being tireless betas. Also thanks to everyone who reviews.

Two at once, thank Laer for that.

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"I thought I got over you, Legolas, when I married Arwen. Why must these old feelings be stirred up again? You're dead!"

A silent observer smiled softly, from his hidden perch in one of the carved trees. 'He's on the right track, at least. Soon, I shall be able to forgive him, I hope.'

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Aragorn took several deep breaths, trying to sort through his feelings. He had fallen in love with Legolas long ago, when he first met the elven prince. His feelings only increased when Legolas accompanied the fellowship on their quest, much to Aragorn's dismay. He had thought he had finally gotten over Legolas, then he saw him again at the council meeting, and the entire quest, then he married Arwen, and thought he had gotten over Legolas again, but now his feelings were flooding back to him. Shaking his head, Aragorn quickly leafed through the rest of the diary, noting a few lines that jumped out at him. Most of it was now about the quest.

"...Frodo seems to suffer silently, much like I do, although for very different reasons, I'm sure..."

"...When Boromir died, Aragorn kissed him. Is that what you must do to feel the kiss of this Ranger? Die?..."

"...Ah, the fair Lothlorien! The river Nimrodel was cold and crisp, its clean waters lifted my suffering, removing some of the pain from my heart, at least for a short time. Why must I suffer so? I wish that I could glide along its many paths in the spring, when everything is golden! If only it was spring, then perhaps I could convince Aragorn to travel through these woods with me! Alas that it is winter...."

Aragorn recognized a pattern as he skimmed the pages. Legolas either mentioned Aragorn, some sort of inner suffering, or both in every entry. With a frown, he flipped to one of the last entries. The date told him that it had been written the day before Legolas died.

"...Everyone comes to me all the time. We're worried about you, are you feeling well, aren't you hungry, when was the last time you ate, maybe you should sit down, how much sleep have you been getting, you're so pale...the list goes on and on. Why can't they leave me alone? I just want to be left alone. I'm seriously thinking of running away, so I can be away from their questions, but I can't. I know they only mean well, but it's hard for me to be civil when I'm in so much pain. Can't they see I don't want to talk to them? I miss Aragorn. Even if he's married and living in Gondor with his family, I still miss him. I won't run away. There's going to be a big party starting tonight, and the entire fellowship will be coming for a reunion of sorts, they're due in tomorrow. I'll see Aragorn again, and I'll get to meet his children. Will my heart stop aching for just one night if I see my melethron again? Will it? I hope it does, I do not know if I can stand this anguish much longer..."

Aragorn frowned, then yawned. He hadn't gotten much sleep, due to his dreams. Maybe if he rested now, he'd be able to make sense of what Legolas meant by this anguish, and why he missed Aragorn so much. He collapsed onto Legolas' bed, falling asleep immediately.

Walking through a silent forest, Aragorn came upon a clearing. He frowned, this was a dream, he was sure of it, but it wasn't his usual dream. A whinney broke through the silence, and he suddenly knew why it was different.

"Nahar..."

The white horse snorted and shook its head as it ran into the clearing, Orome on its back.

"Orome..."

Orome smirked down at Aragorn from his mount

"I see that at least you have our names right. I've been watching over you, Aragorn. In the last day alone you have made more progress on your quest then you had in the past centuries."

Aragorn scowled up at the elvish god.

"Have you only come to my dreams to tell me that I've made progress? Well, at least that is something I did not know, for you see, within the last hour I've only made myself even more confused..."

Orome's laughter interrupted Aragorn, who was not amused.

"My dear little Aragorn! You have what you need to know to solve these two quests! Just put the information together and read between the lines! You are lucky Legolas kept a diary, and lucky that I allowed it to stay in such good condition, or else your quest would be next to impossible!"

Aragorn frowned. He assumed that it was Orome who kept Legolas' room locked in time, otherwise the diary would have deteriorated with time.

"Wake up, Aragorn. I tire of this, as I know you do. The sooner you finish my quests, the sooner we can both rest."

"If you wish to end this so soon, then why don't you just let me rest peacefully? Remove the burden of these quests from both of our shoulders. Wouldn't that please you?"

Aragorn did his best to make his voice sugary sweet and his tone innocent. His efforts, however, were only rewarded with another smirk from the god and a shake of the head.

"I can not do that Aragorn. I promised myself that you would not rest until my quests have been completed, and to that I hold. Call me when you complete your quest. I will see you then."

The forest dissolved around Aragorn as he woke up. Orome's voice cut through his mind again.

"One last thing, do not ignore your feelings and thoughts!"