A smile played across my lips as we neared the campsite. Aragorn dropped my hand and slipped a strong arm around my waist, drawing my body close to him, making me look him in the eyes. He smiled playfully at me then placed a quick kiss on my nose. Then, he kissed my neck, briefly sending shivers down my spine.

"They will be very suspicious if we still haven't returned," Aragorn said. I nodded and turned towards camp. Once we reached the small grove all eyes were on us. I was questioned on where I was the past hours, and of course I was criticized by the dwarf. Boromir seemed upset, there was something that terrified him, but he would not speak of it to me.

"Legolas, tell me of the Lothlorien elves."

I turned to see young Frodo, looking up at me; I smiled to myself, thinking of how much like his uncle the hobbit was. I talked with Frodo for many minutes, just telling him stories of the elves that were kin to that of my realm. Yet, there was something that was bothering him.

"Frodo, what bothers you? There is something that has upset you."

"It's just something that Lady Galadriel said to me." I simply nodded, if he wanted to tell me more I new he would but for the present he choose to say nothing.

I listened quietly to the gentle sounds of the Golden Wood; I longed to be home in my own realm. I sat a ways away from the camp, admiring the land I was in. I wished that my realm were more like this one, that my lands would not have the evil and darkness that gave the forest its name. Aragorn had been busy most of the day and I wanted to talk to him. Then, as in an answer to my wish, I could feel his presence even before neared me I knew that Aragorn was making his towards me.

"This land is so different." I said just loud enough for him to hear. "The night, day, and time all seem to become one and stand still."

Aragorn seemed a little uneasy as he sat down next to me. He didn't say a word; he just looked up through the treetops to the starry sky. I watched as his grey eyes darted back and forth between two areas in the sky.

I looked up to the stars and tried to follow his gaze. The Evenstar! And Eärendil. I understood his turmoil, he wanted Arwen to be immortal, yet, he still wanted her to be his. The reason that he watched Eärendil I did not fully understand. I knew that the star was the most beloved of all stars to the Lothlorien elves, and that Galadriel was Arwen's grandmother. But, there was something more, than that, something was troubling Aragorn.

"All the stars giving you the answers you seek?" I said. Aragorn looked at me and gave a weak smile, and then he shook his head. His silence was not unusual, but it bothered me that he said nothing. I tried again, "Estel, please talk to me. I have known you long enough to be able to tell when something is upsetting you."

Aragorn moved closer to me and rested his head on my shoulder. I ran my long slender fingers through his dark locks. After kissing the top of his head, I rested mine head on top of his, and pulled him closer to me. We sat there for a long time, under the darkening night.

"I fear who I am, Legolas," he spoken quietly. "I fear the blood that flows through my veins. I know that I am the rightful king of Gondor. But, I don't know if I want that power."

"You will be Gondor's greatest king." But as I spoke he looked away from me. I was saddened by his lack of belief, yet so much now weighed on him.

"Everyone says that, Elrond, Arwen, you, and even Gan-" With the realization of what he was going to say his head dropped and hung in sadness. I wanted to comfort him but I was at loss for words.

"One thing that everyone, save Arwen, doesn't understand is why I would choose to be king," he said slowly and I began to understand.

"Arwen will not be yours, ever, if you continue to live in the wild. She is the fairest of all elves; the wilderness is not where she is meant to live. Yet, if you become king, Lord Elrond, would allow the marriage."

He nodded against my shoulder. And with a quiet voice he spoke, "But you are wrong with two things. First, Arwen is beautiful, but not the fairest. Second, my foster father has never given any consent for my relationship with Arwen. In fact, there have been many heated augments between he and I because of it."

I understood everything he said, except one thing. And my curiosity got the best of me. "Who is the fairest?"

I found myself pushed back onto the soft ground. He lightly kissed my lips and ran his fingers over the dramatic point of my ear. Slowly, he stood and pulled me up next to him. In a low voice he whispered, "You, my prince, you dear Legolas are the fairest of all elves."

Estel stood and led me back towards the camp. We lay on our bedrolls next to each other under the starry sky. Slowly, the mortal fell into a deep sleep, I watched him loving is dark, rough beauty. Yet, as the night grew on I longed to be held; I wanted nothing more, just to be wrapped in his arms.

Slowly I moved over to him, my attempt to not wake him failed. Aragorn lifted his head and smiled before wrapping his arms around me pulling me close to him. My mortal lover ran his fingers through my long silky hair and kissed the top of my head before falling back asleep. For a long while I laid with my head against his breast till sleep came and claimed me.

When it came time to leave 'Lorien all of us had heavy hearts, the younger hobbits feared that they would never again see the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood. In my heart I feared what Aragorn and I had started to have would disappear once we began moving again. Each member of the fellowship rejoiced at the gifts that were given to him. As we departed from Lothlorien I felt a great fear settle upon me, one that I have never felt before.

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AN: I'm so sorry that it took me this long to get this chapter up, I've been kind of busy with my horseback riding. Any ways, suggestions are welcome; I don't care for flames but if you must, oh well. Please R&R. Again sorry for the wait.