Aragorn stormed through the halls of Imladris, black thunder in his eyes. He turned the corner, nearly bumping into his foster brother.

"Aragorn?" Elladan looked at him with concern, "What troubles so?"

"Perhaps you haven't heard, but a certain blond prince might steal my wife from me," Aragorn growled.

Elladan furrowed his brow, "I've heard of the situation, but I highly doubt that it is Legolas' intention."

Aragorn made no response, but rather glared at the dark-haired elf in front of him.

"Come, Estel, let us talk," Elladan clasped Aragorn's shoulder and Aragorn allowed himself to be guided outside the house of Rivendell.

"What is there to talk about?" Aragorn looked at Elladan angrily.

"Plenty," the elf replied, "For one, you must put your anger away, and look at this situation not just from your own perspective. . .open your mind."

Aragorn grew quiet.

Elladan looked at his brother; sometimes he forgot how young Aragorn really was, in Elven terms anyway.

Aragorn finally lifted his head, tears brimming in his eyes.

"I am terrified of losing her, then again, if I don't, who knows what happens to Legolas?" Aragorn said softly, "How- how could this happen?"

Elladan nodded, "I'm sorry, my friend, that this has been brought upon you, but sometimes one must learn to deal with things that oughtn't ever be forced upon one's heart."

The king of men sighed, "Yes, I know, all too well now. It seems as if we'll never reach a solution."

Elladan stared at Aragorn, "Perhaps, but for the most part, it is Arwen who the pressure falls upon. It is just your job to support her in such a difficult time, and be as understanding as possible when she makes her decision. . . even if it is not in your favor. . . You hear me, Aragorn?"

The king nodded, acknowledging the wisdom in his companion's words, "Yes, you are right. . . Thank you Elladan."

The elf nodded.