I hate him for this, originally, walking in and finding him on the ground with Aragorn standing over him I almost believed the lie that he was sick. But then to look at the elf I knew, he wasn't sick, he was just..there's not a word for what built up inside of me. It is true that we were not close, not like that, but to imagine him with Aragorn made my whole body twitch. It was anger and sadness that he could go against anything and everything we had gone through. I was almost prepared to end our counting game by taking his head. But I didn't.

It was a waiting game after that, watching him and Aragorn, their standoffish attitude, acting as though it never happened. I couldn't stand it, he was my elf, or so I thought. It was one rainy night, nearly a week after their night when I made my intentions clear. He was up as he always is, watching for the any allies or spies of Sauramon.

"Gimli, you should be resting, it's a long way from here to Isenguard."

"No more lies friend. I know what you have done."

"What? What are you talking about?"

He wasn't going to tell me, I was shocked, but he was lying to me without remorse or even showing it in his face. I was almost happy that Gandalf was not traveling with us then, this may be a bit much for the old man to handle, and though I am sure he has seen it before, with the young hobbits, this is something different.

"Tell me about Aragorn."

"What about him? He is mortal and currently sleeping, he won't be for long if you don't lower your voice though."

"Fine," I whispered. "Tell me something, Legolas. How good is he?"

"You can't be serious, can you?"

I was, by that time, I was. He wants to play like that, then we will play like that, hardball is so much fun with someone that's clueless.

"Well, what's he like under all that masculine toughness? Is he strong like he acts, or weak and subordinate?"

He blushed, it was actually very cute the way he blushed, his face turned a bright pink but it faded away as he spoke.

"Then you know? I suppose we hid it to no avail then? Then it's a good thing, I don't have to lie to you anymore, there's nothing to hide."

"Then is it romance, or a one night stand?"

"I don't know."

There's an interesting reaction from an elf, something you never hear from them, they never reply 'I don't know' unless it's the truth. I decided not to push it anymore and lay back down. Aragorn was up in a few moments, I listened for any conversation from him but there was none. He looked to the elf and nodded before laying back down.

Now I'm confused as well, we travel not looking at one another but I believe we are both in the same boat, confused and curious as to where we want to go with this. If he is Aragorn's than his offer to travel dies with my feelings towards him, however, if he is not then where does that leave us?