Aragorn could stand his curiosity no longer, and when he got the chance, he took Glorfindel aside. "How did you get my father up that tree?"

Glorfindel looked surprised and quite uncomfortable. "How do you know about that?"

"We were the ones who found him."

Glorfindel's eyes widened. "He couldn't escape on his own? Oh boy. Trouble, trouble."

It was Aragorn's turn to stare wide eyed at the elf, and then start laughing at his obvious trepidation. Glorfindel glared at him before turning to walk away, but Aragorn held him back.

"I still don't know how you got him up there in the first place. There were no convenient branches close to him, and getting him down was ... well, we dropped him." Aragorn winced at the memory.

"Don't ask silly questions, puny human." Glorfindel gave Aragorn his best Haughty Elf stare down his nose. "I carried him over my shoulder up to the branch and then used ropes to manoeuver him into position."

"Yes, and I'm sure my father went willingly as the potatoe-salad-of-the- day?" Aragorn replied sarcasticly.

"You know that tea he usually uses to drug you?" the golden elf asked with an evil grin.

Aragorn stared at him with his mouth open and then snorted, "You didn't!"

He would never forget the evil cackle of the normally dignified elf as the latter walked away, all fear of revenge apparently forgotten for the moment in his mirth.

******