Legolas Speaks-

               I sighed deeply, happy to know that Aragorn was no longer angry. His accusations scared me a little; it was almost as if he did not trust me. A rough hand came to play with my hair and assured me that it was all going to be all right. I was semi-glad that this had happened, at least now I know that he was willing to wait for me.

               "I'm sorry." He whispered once more, "I don't know what got into me…" 

               "Don't worry about it." I said shaking my head "Lets just go back, besides I think we've had enough for today." Aragorn smiled as he wrapped his strong comforting arms around my waist. I loved him so much, but right now, I didn't know what to say. I knew how sorry he was and I was definitely not going to push it any further.

               My eyes fell upon Boromir as we stopped back at camp. I looked at him nervously as my beloved's eyes grew cold. Aragorn glared with blazing hatred at him as he stared back with an unreadable expression. Aragorn's held me tighter in his arms, almost possessively.

               "Thank you… for saving me." He looked to Aragorn.

               "It was not my choice…" Aragorn muttered as he nodded to me.

               "I did not figure so." Boromir replied as his eyes turned to me,  "Legolas… I know that I owe you more than my life…"

               I knew what he was going to say, and I did not really need to hear it. What was he going to do besides apologize?  And what good was an apology to me? Then again, I should forgive him. He did save my life, and he was sorry for what he had done. But all the pain he put us through…

               "Forget it…" I whispered, "I am willing to forget it all."

               "Truth be known… I was looking for an elf to help me."

               "Why is that?" Aragorn said sharply. He did not loosen his hold on me. It was almost though he was trying to protect me as if a huge animal was going to lash out.

               "They are learned with herbs, or so I am told." His eyes fell upon me once more, "And I am in great need of help."

               "As I recall, you are pretty good with your… potions." Aragorn snapped.

               "Estel…" I whispered looking up at him. His expression softened as he glanced back at me.

               "My people dying; I am told to seek an elf for help, for they are learned in areas where I am not."

               I looked down, having lived my entire life in seclusion, I spent half the time studying herbs and medicine. I laid my head upon my lover's shoulder.

               "Are you asking for our help?" Aragorn said softly. He raised an eyebrow, as if he was putting his anger on hold.

               "Only if you are willing to give it."

Aragorn Speaks-

               I could feel my lover trembling slightly as his pale slender hands slipped into mine. We were so happy only yesterday and only a bit ago my lover in tears. I did not like this man, not one bit. But knowing Legolas's kind heart, he would forgive him.

               "What… what's happening to your people?" Legolas whispered.

               "They are dying… dying from a sickness that you will be able to cure."

               "I…" The blond beauty in my arms stirred slightly and looked up towards me.

               "You do not owe him anything…" I said softly, "You do not have to help him."

               "They are really suffering?" Legolas whispered softly, his blue eyes shaking slightly, "I do not know if I will be able to help them. I am not nearly as learned as some of the high elves."

               "But you can try can you not?" Boromir pleaded. I looked down as I saw Legolas began to cave. He looked up at me and tried to smile.

               "If his people are really dying…" My lover whispered softly, "We have to try and help them."

               "It is your decision." I said comfortingly.

               "We will help you…" The elven beauty said as sternly as he could. He laced his fingers in mine and looked to me for support.

               "If your people are really dying, then we will do whatever we can to help." I assured him. Legolas smiled broadly as he could, his eyes lighting up like the stars. I kissed him softly on the forehead and turned my attention too to Boromir.

               Boromir smiled and thanked us both as he stood up. "Let us go then, we have little time to waste."

               Legolas nodded and picked up his belongings. He sighed as his long shimmering blond hair floated around him making him blocking his view slightly. I brushed the hair from his eyes and handed him his bow.

               "Thank you," He said gently, "I'm sorry… it looks like we won't be going where we planned."

               "Don't even worry." I replied taking him into my arms once more, "Don't even worry…  we have the rest of our lives…"

               I noticed Boromir watching us once more his eyes narrow and a little bitter. I knew he still desired Legolas, but I was not going to let him get near my elf.

               Forgiven or not, he was still not my best friend…

Legolas Speaks –

               The next few days were very hostile. I did not understand why they couldn't just get along. Aragorn glancing back and forth every few seconds, it was like he had made me a little doll he had to protect. Boromir saying something to provoke my lover every now and then, without even realizing it.

               This was too much. I spent most of my time far away from them lost in my own thoughts. I loved Aragorn more than anything, but it seemed no matter what he found it necessary to protect me. It was night now; I am standing on the edge of the hill we were resting at. The mountains were drawing closer. To me, I had never liked these parts, too bare, a lot like my soul.

               "What are you doing?"

               "What?" I looked up. No one was there. "What do you want?"

               "I'm right here, what are you doing in these parts?"

               I looked down to see a small creature… with a big beard. Amused, I could not help but find myself reaching out to touch the beard.

               "Hey, what do you think you are doing, elf?" He snapped at me angry but surprised.

               "I'm sorry." I said with a small laugh, "Who…what are you?"

               "I am Gimli." He replied roughly.

               "What's a Gimli?" I said trying to remember everything Aragorn had told me. But that just did not sound familiar.

               He looked at me, as if he had never seen anything like me before. "I am not a Gimli… I am Gimli."

               I stared at him. "Then what are you?"

               "You do not get out much, do you?"

               "Truth be told, no." I said softly.

Gimli Speaks-

               I did not like elves much but this particular elf caught my attention. Even beyond anything, he was very good looking. With long golden hair and sparkling blue eyes and a tall slender figure, he was by far the most striking elf I have seen in a long time. Ever, actually.

               "What is your name?" I asked softly.

               "Legolas." He replied, "And you are… not a Gimli, you are Gimli."

               "Right." I said gruffly. He was making me feel quite foolish and enjoying it. "What are you doing in these parts?"

               "I am not really sure…" He muttered to himself, then caught my gaze. He smiled a mesmerizing smile that took away all my thoughts for a moment. "I guess I am going to try and help some people."

               "You don't mean the steward's people?"

               "Why?"