Chapter Two
After profusely thanking Eowyn for her guidance and dresses, Legolas and Gimli made their way back to Aragorn. Neither elf nor dwarf noticed the amount of attention Legolas was receiving. Many of the men watched as the tall blonde beauty walked past with such confidence and ease, the men envying the luck of Gimli to be in such a presence. After a short walk the duo arrived at Aragorn's door, knocking and entering at Aragorn's request.
"We must be going soon..." Aragorn turned and took in the sight of the beauty standing before him. "I apologize, my lady. I fear I thought you were someone else." He bowed slightly, only to jerk up quite suddenly at the sound of Gimli's boisterous laughing.
"'Tis' no lady Aragorn. It's the elf." Gimli laughed more violently as Aragorn went pale. Legolas could only smirk at his old friend. Aragorn, unbelieving that Legolas could have transformed from a lithe, muscular, extremely masculine man into this beautiful, curvaceous woman, bursting with femininity, he slowly lifted a part of Legolas' blonde hair, revealing one pointy elf ear.
"Very well done," the still embarrassed Aragorn admitted.
"I'm honored by your approval and quite entertained by your response. I suppose we now know that this disguise shall do." Legolas laughed as Aragorn's scowl turned into one complete embarrassment.
"Come, we must pack quickly and be on our way." Aragorn ushered his companions from his room, so he may finish what little packing he had left to do. Leaning back against the closed door, Aragorn let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Compose yourself. HE is but an elf, dressed as a woman. This is Legolas. An elf. A prince. An elf. Not a woman. Just dressed as one. Breathe."
In his own room Legolas was plagued by the reflection in the mirror before him. Gone were his leggings and boots. Gone was the tunic and belt. Gone were the braids in his hair, and the bow from his back. In there place stood a woman, complete with dress and boots. His hand went to his hair, "Of course she had to include a headband, though it is very beautiful. Aragorn did approve of this disguise, that's all that matters." With a flip of his hair, he turned back to the mirror, giving himself a nod of approval.
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The trio began their journey soon thereafter, eager to be doing something constructive. However, none were prepared for the events that would come to pass. After leaving the safety of Helm's Deep they were again thrust into the wilderness, very much aware of the great task that had been placed upon them. Aragorn stayed lost in his thoughts; how would he convince the people of Aroloian that the elves had come to the rescue of the Rohan people with no ulterior motives? Legolas and Gimli rode beside their captain, ever watchful of their surroundings and constant danger.
The night of the first day came quickly, and the three companions were eager for a few hours rest. Gimli left Legolas and Aragorn in search of a quiet place in the woods to do whatever it is that dwarves do in the woods. Legolas turned to his old friend, "Aragorn, I see the worry in your eyes."

Aragorn sighed in response, "Nothing escapes your knowledge, Legolas. I am indeed troubled. But it would be best not to discuss this." Like how beautiful you look in that dress. Or how your hair sparkles in the moonlight.
"I've seen you." Aragorn's gaze finally fell upon Legolas. "I've seen the troubled lines that crease your face. I can almost hear you rehearse what you will say in your head. Be not troubled, Aragorn. This is no Helm's Deep; this battle will easily be won." With that Legolas left Aragorn.
Aragorn breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down. Just as he began to compose his thought he heard a loud thud, followed by numerous profanities in dwarvish.
"Gimli? Did you just...fall out of that tree?" asked Aragorn.
"Aye, laddie. You'd think that Master Elf, who is so in tune with all that goes on 'round him would be able to smell the pheromones leaking out of 'ya..."
Aragorn stood wide-eyed with shock. "I...do not know what you speak of."
"Proceed with caution, I warn 'ya. An elf in drag is still an elf. Only in drag. I will leave you to ponder this," said Gimli as he left to go spy on Legolas.
Legolas was out in an empty clearing. He hummed a sweet song as he spun, twirling his dress about his legs.
"What a fulfilling action! Even more so than lembas!" cried Legolas in merriment.
Gimli shook his head and found a clearing to sit in, too troubled by all he had witnessed to sleep.