Okay, here's the status on Why?

There is this chapter and another, both written and betaed, then the aftermath, which is also written and betaed. After that, the story is over. Finished. Completed. Done with.

I'll probably give a day or two between postings, unless I get enough reviews asking for the next chapter sooner.

One day I'll fly away, leave all this to yesterday, and when I get where I'm going, these wonderful people will be waiting for me to own them. Until then, they are not mine. I'm attempting to grow wings. Let me know if you have any tips to make them grow faster.

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"Would you have remembered Legolas?"

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For the second time in only a few minutes, Aragorn was shocked again. He gaped at Orlando, looking for all the world like a fish out of water. Orlando smiled softly and brushed a stray lock of hair back behind Aragorn's ear.

"I am, no, was Legolas. Orome had me reincarnated some time ago, though he never told me why. All he said was to wait for his tolthoneth to deliver a message. I did not think I would ever see you again, Aragorn."

When Aragorn still didn't respond, Orlando spoke up again.

"I have all of Legolas' memories. In fact, I guess you could say I am Legolas, in a modern body. I am not an elf anymore though."

Aragorn noted a touch of sadness in Orlando's voice. He reached out slowly and caressed the younger man's face carefully.

"I didn't love you because you were an elf."

Orlando was pulling away, muttering something about needing to get ready for the next scene when he realized what Aragorn had said.

"Today is a day for shocking news for both of us, isn't it?"

Orlando could only gape as Aragorn calmly stood and helped him to his feet.

"There now, you're acting just like I was only a moment ago. I can think of better uses for your mouth anyway."

He leaned forward and captured Orlando's lips in his own. Orlando leaned into the kiss, returning it hungrily. Their arms wrapped around each other and they lost themselves within the kiss.

Aragorn awoke the next morning with his arms wrapped around Orlando's slim body, and Orome sitting at the foot of the bed. He scowled at the god, shifting so he could see Orome better without waking his slumbering lover. Orlando whimpered something, reaching for Aragorn, before resting his head on Aragorn's chest and fell back into a calm sleep. A smile crossed the ex-ranger's ruddy features as he pulled Orlando closer to him. Orome's face looked suspiciously like a cat's who not only had cream, but several canaries as well.

"What do you want?"

Aragorn's voice was a low hiss, he did not wish to wake Orlando, but he did not wish for Orome to send him off on another quest, not when he had finally found Orlando. Orome's smile grew, if anything. He vanished from the foot of the bed, to reappear at Aragorn's side.

"Dearest Viggo, I merely came to present you with your fourth, and final, quest."

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If anybody is wondering why Orome calls Aragorn Viggo, it's because he knows how much Aragorn hates the name Viggo, and likes to torment him.