Author's notes: whoopee!!! So many replies! THANKS Y'ALL!!! Whee hee hee I'm so happy…. =D

Omg! I went to watch "The Crucible" at school on Saturday night (that play is LONG…but I liked it. My friend was Abigail…whoop whoop! I wish I could act…) and there was this guy wit blonde hair and it was tied up in a ponytail….my friend pointed out that he looked like Legolas…AND HE DID! Like a really young Legolas…. I was like o.O he was hot. I've finally found a guy at our school worthy of stalking! Lol just messin'…. =X k yeah…on wit the story!

To Property of Legolas: I know wut u mean…. I hate reading stories that continuously have "u" "wut" "n/e waize" "lub" etc. etc. I just think that if yur writing a story, it should be in formal writing rather than informal…. *shrug*

To indiegal: I like my elves happy too…but I'm REALLY sadistic and I luv torturing my favorite characters…. Lol which is evident from these other fanfics I wrote…. I continuously killed the same person off…I think he died like….five times.

Chapter 5: Making Possible the Impossible

Gimli gazed around at the trees that loomed tall over his head as he walked with the hobbits. No longer did they seem menacing as they had from outside, but now they were peaceful and tranquil.

"So what have you three been up to?"

Gimli looked, started, at Merry and realized the hobbit had been speaking to him.

"Eh?"

Merry frowned but repeated the question. "What have you three been up to?"

Gimli snorted. "What do you think? Ever since Boromir died and Sam and Frodo went off to Mordor, we've been searching endlessly for you two."

Merry and Pippin nodded glumly, a change Gimli found most disturbing. Normally he would have been annoyed at their endless antics but now he wished for it. Too long had he experienced grief and darkness. "How do you suppose Frodo and Sam are faring, Gimli?"

Gimli shrugged. "Perhaps they are dead, perhaps they are still alive. My hope is they are still well and alive, going onward to Mordor in hopes of destroying the Ring. But we will meet with them soon and they will tell us our tale as we will tell ours!" Judging from Merry and Pippin's more lively nods, Gimli could tell his answer had satisfied them.

"Ahh, here we are!" Pippin cried. They reached another small fort where Gimli saw a table full of food and drink. The hobbits ran eagerly to sit at the table and Gimli followed them. "'Tis strange," Pippin said while chewing on a piece of bread, "that Aragorn seems so protective of Legolas. True, he was hurt but he is safe in Fangorn now. I do not imagine Aragorn would do the same for anyone else of our Company except perhaps Frodo should Frodo be here."

Gimli chuckled at Pippin's curiosity. "You wonder too much, little Hobbit…"

A bright idea struck him. What if he told the hobbits of Legolas and Aragorn? Perhaps they would want to assist Gimli? Gimli had no doubt he needed all the help he could get and the hobbits were so mischievous that they could perhaps cook up a scheme to bring the two together. And judging from Gandalf's idea to leave Aragorn with Legolas showed the old Istari also suspected something.

"Merry! Pippin!" Gimli barked. The two hobbits jumped and stared up at him. "I have something of importance I must discuss with you. Will you promise not to tell another soul of what I tell you now and to promise to aid me?"

"Of course, of course!" they cried out eagerly. They jumped up in anticipation of whatever essential secret Gimli wished to disclose to them.

"As Pippin has mentioned, Aragorn is indeed very protective of Legolas." Gimli began. "The two are very close friends."

Merry looked dully at Gimli. "We know THAT, Gimli."

"I'm not finished." Gimli growled. Merry shrank back and drank from a mug meekly. "They are good friends but they wish for something more."

"They wish to be brothers?" Pippin asked.

Gimli smacked his head with his fist. "No!" He calmed himself down. "You see young hobbits, there is something called love that exists in this world. Perhaps you have heard of it. It is when two beings get feelings for each other-"

"We know what love is, Gimli." Merry interrupted. As Gimli's remark began sinking in, Merry made an incomprehensible sound in his throat. He looked in disbelief at the grinning Dwarf. "But…but they're males!"

Gimli nodded. "I do not know the full story myself but it seems in the Elven society, it matters not one's gender. Endlessly have I been attempting to bring Legolas and Aragorn together for though they care for each other, they are clueless to one another's feelings. Needless to say, I have been failing dismally and am only bringing them to quarrel. Will you help me before the quest is over to get them together?"  

Pippin nodded eagerly. "I will!" He beamed confidently at Gimli. "You can trust me, Gimli!"

"I hope so." Gimli muttered under his breath.

Treebeard and Gandalf walked together along the cluttered paths of the woods.

"The Man is Aragorn son of Arathorn, is he not?" Treebeard asked.

Gandalf nodded. "Aye, he is. He shall be crowned King of Gondor when this journey ends."

"Hoom," Treebeard muttered. "Is he not engaged to the Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond?" Gandalf made no answer. "Then I presume whatever affections I see towards the Elf are a falsity?"

Gandalf sighed. "Nay, I fear they are true."

"Hoom," Treebeard put a hand to his chin. "And still you allowed him to stay by the Elf's side?"

"I know not what to do in this situation." Gandalf replied. "I fear Aragorn does not realize that no matter what turn his actions take, he and Legolas are not destined to be together. He needs an heir for Gondor when he passes and Legolas cannot give him that."

"Perhaps you should advise him against his heart's stirrings."

"I should." Gandalf agreed thoughtfully. "But I will not. It is not my place to tell Aragorn what to do or not to do. Whatever path he chooses will be of his own decision."

When Legolas awoke, he felt warmth against his chest. He looked and saw that Aragorn's head lay on him as the Man slept peacefully. Aragorn held Legolas' hands in his own. Not wishing to wake the sleeping Man, Legolas carefully positioned himself so that he could gaze upon Aragorn's face as he slept.

He was so beautiful. His rough-shaven beard, his sturdy cheekbones, his smoldering gray eyes. Legolas admired and loved the regal aura that surrounded Aragorn but he loved more how Aragorn could seem so stern one minute but soft the next. Now, the Man was not conscious and Legolas could see the unguarded weariness that had taken its toll on the Man. But even looking so drained, Aragorn still managed to give off an air of leadership.

Legolas felt a sharp pain in his chest as he continued to watch the Man. But he cared not for he knew it was only the pangs of grief. He had come to accept his destiny to die when Aragorn wed Arwen. He would do nothing to prevent it nor would he try to fill the empty space with another. He would love Aragorn to the end of his days and he would not regret his decision. He loved Aragorn too much to attempt to replace him in his heart.

Author's note (yes it's another one): yeah I just had a major case of writer's block….i need food in my tummy to write…. But yeah, my mind just went…BLANK. Sorry this chapter is crappier than usual….

Woo hoo! It's the last week of school! O no! I get my progress report! Shiet….