Yay, part 6! Two parts tonight! Aren't you all lucky!

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The two hurried off to join the rest of the dinner group, not wanting to be late. Inwardly, Aragorn smiled. This quest already seemed more enjoyable then the last two.

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~about 17 months later, filming is almost over~

Aragorn looked over to where Orlando sat by a stream. They were both in their costumes, and had to take special care not to mess them up. Orlando was singing a song in elvish, one he had taught himself after reading it in the books. Sighing softly, Aragorn shook his head, closing his eyes to be alone in his thoughts.

'Orlando reminds me so much of Legolas, each passing day reveals a new side to him that he shares with Legolas. Every time I see him in costume, I could swear he was Legolas, back among the living. Orome said I would know his callon when I met him, and Orlando and Legolas are so similar...could Orlando be Orome's callon?'

When he opened his eyes again, he found Orlando staring at him curiously.

"Are you all right Viggo? You seem, I don't know, preoccupied, I guess."

Aragorn hesitated only a moment before deciding to take a chance.

"Orlando, I need to ask you something."

Pushing a few strands of blond hair out of his face, Orlando shrugged.

"Go ahead. You can ask me anything."

"Please don't think I'm crazy, but, car le tirad i tolthoneth o Orome?" (Do you see the messenger of Orome?)

Orlando's eyes opened in shock, his mouth falling open, before he composed himself, replying as Orome said he would.

"Im car, na le tirad i callon o Orome. I toltho?" (I do, if you see the hero of Orome. What is the message?)

Aragorn paused for a moment, trying to recall the exact message, before telling it to Orlando.

"Orome believes in second chances for all, especially for you. Although he can do nothing to bring back the elves, he wishes to try to bring back your happiness. There are such things as second chances in love that has spanned centuries, if there is a god involved. Enjoy the rest of your life, callon of Orome, for you deserve it, in his eyes."

Orlando frowned thoughtfully, murmuring to himself in elvish.

"Edwen anann ned meleth...im caral tirad ha. Im fael caral tirad ha." (Second chances in love...I do not see it. I just do not see it.)

Aragorn moved closer to Orlando, setting his hand on the younger man's shoulder.

"Orlando, melethron esta?" (Orlando, what is your beloved's name?)

Orlando shook his head.

"Ennas ha al ind. E idh ned gurth, ah in bess a sell." (It has no meaning. He rests in death, with his wife and children.)

"E noss?" (He had a family?)

Aragorn couldn't help but relate Orlando's melethron to Legolas'. Orlando's melethron had a wife and children, and so did he. Orlando's melethron was dead, however, and he was not.

"Orlando, trenar enni in esta." (Orlando, tell me his name.)

Aragorn was kneeling in front of Orlando now, who was also on his knees. A callused thumb gently wiped a tear from the cheek of the younger man, who leaned into the simple touch.

Closing his eyes, Orlando savored the moment. Viggo may not be the one he loved, but he felt such a strong connection to him.

"Aragorn. In esta Aragorn." (Aragorn. His name was Aragorn)

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