Luthor's Note:

Hiya! After ten years… I'm back and I'm updating! He he… I hope you still remember this fic… : P

Chapter 3: Secrets Revealed

The next day, Aragorn was in the company of Boromir in their morning sword fighting practice and Aragorn was paying much attention to it. Boromir almost hit him twice, which happens once every 4000 years.

"What's wrong with you?" Boromir asked irritably.

"Nothing, well, aren't you glad you finally almost got me?" Aragorn answered blankly.

"You are mental!"

"I know…"

"What's wrong with you? You even let me get away of calling you mental!"

"I can say, I'm a bit mesmerized, that's all."

"By me?"

"No! Why would I be mesmerized by you?" Aragorn replied, terrified.

"I can't see anyone here, can you?"

"You can't see him, he's in my head."

"Who?"

"I don't know… he's a personal servant of the Prince of Mirkwood."

"What do you mean? You are actually attracted to the Prince Legolas' personal servant?"

"You should've seen him! He's perfect."

"Prince Legolas is perfect. Have you seen him already?"

"Yes, and he's ugly."

"When was the last time you've seen him?"

"I don't know, millions of years ago?" Aragorn offered.

"He's changed!"

"He's a brat and he'll always be one."

"Whatever you say, your highness." Boromir mocked.

They were in the middle of bickering when they heard one of the palace's messengers clearing his throat.

"Excuse me your highness, but your presence is requested by your father in the gardens." The messenger bowed slightly before delivering his message.

"Right, I'll be there."

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"You will accompany me to the gardens, Legolas, and no buts," King Thranduil said firmly at the pouting prince.

"Why do I have to be there with you?"

"You are the next King, you have to learn these things as early as now."

"But father…"

"I thought I said 'no buts'."

"I'm perfectly aware of the things I should do as a prince, or as a king for that matter."

"Like for an instance, what are we doing here in the lands of men?"

"We're here for some diplomatic affairs."

"What kind of diplomatic affairs?"

"The alliance between elves and men."

"Not just that, Legolas."

"What else then?"

"To fix some gaps between you and Prince Aragorn."

"There are no gaps between us!"

"Then you are going with me to the gardens."

"Fine!" Legolas growled.

"Good," King Thranduil smirked.

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In the gardens…

"A very fine morning, isn't it King Thranduil?" King Arathorn said merrily to the elven king.

"Yes, a very fine morning indeed. I though your heir would be accompanying us today?" King Thranduil asked.

"Indeed he will. I assume your young heir and mine will get along just fine." King Arathorn smiled as he looked at the sulking young prince behind King Thranduil.

"Ah yes. I believe so as well." King Thranduil grinned.

The royalty started strolling around the gardens of Gondor when the arrival of the heir of Gondor was announced.

"Ah, here comes the future king of Gondor." King Arathorn beamed.

"Good morning father, King Thranduil," Aragorn greeted then his eyes settled on the sulking Legolas behind King Thranduil.

"Ah, Aragorn, I believe you've met my son… Legolas of Mirkwood," King Thranduil looked delighted as he introduced them.

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In one part of the garden where the Kings left the heirs…

"You little cheat!" Aragorn bellowed.

"Hey, hey, don't you dare yell at me. It wasn't my fault I looked like a servant to you." Legolas snarled.

"Well, you should have corrected me."

"Forgive me your highness but I didn't know that a servant is allowed to correct a royalty," Legolas mocked.

"But then you are no servant," Aragorn replied, as soft as a whisper.

Legolas raised an eyebrow at Aragorn.

"How about we start anew," Aragorn suggested then he bowed slightly, "Greetings, your highness, I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor."

Legolas smiled a little, "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am!"

"Very well then, I am Legolas, son of Thranduil and heir to the throne of Mirkwood, it is a pleasure to finally meet you Prince Aragorn," Legolas said with a slight bow.

Aragorn beamed, "Now how about an archery practice? I heard you are the best. Show me then or perhaps we can have a little competition."

"That would be great!"

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Luthor's Note:

Thank you for my reviewers…

9 months without an update and when I finally updated I gave you something like this?! What kind of an author am I!? Don't forget to review though and point out my mistakes.

Love you all…

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Aish Luthor

May 21, 2004