Alright, this chapter kinda gives everything away, so be happy she's finally telling him. Well…at least that someone is finally telling him anyway.

Legolas

I had participated in most of the battles you could name in the latter half of the Third Age. I had watched darkness envelop my home, had seen Yrch, Mordor, and Barad-dûr collapse, taking the Eye of Sauron with it. Thousands of memories I had no desire to keep.

And never, through any of it, had I been more terrified than I was when, upon our arrival in Minas Tirith I had tried to help Elwyn down from Arod and instead, she had toppled unconscious into my arms.

It did not take Aragorn (and many others) long to rush over. I managed to set her down on the ground while he hastily looked her over and I got the distinct impression that he wasn't very surprised by this. Only the fact that he looked so concerned kept me from demanding answers.

He took her from me, then began heading deeper into the city, in the direction of the Houses of Healing, calling for Envinyata to follow him. I trailed after them through the seventh layer of the city until they reached their destination and disappeared into one of the many rooms set aside for those being tended to.

When I tried to follow them inside another healer stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "You will have to wait out here, My Lord," he insisted, moving with me when I attempted to step past him.

"The princess-" I began.

"Will be seen to," he finished for me. "The King is with her; he requests that you wait for him out here." With that he turned and walked briskly into Elwyn's room, all but slamming the door behind him. I stared at it completely bewildered for a moment before lowering myself onto the bench that lined the walls, ignoring the sunset that streamed through the arches of the Citadel architecture and invaded my eyes.

Many thoughts crossed my mind. Perhaps we had been riding too long. It was possible she was simply weary from the trip. Or from the past few days in general. She couldn't have had much rest, looking after all the fallen soldiers.

It seemed ages before Aragorn stepped back outside, closing the door behind him and lifting his eyes to mine with a reluctant expression. I could tell whatever it was, he certainly did not wish to be the one to tell me.

"What happened?" I asked urgently, rising to my feet and glancing at the door. I was contemplating barging in regardless of the others when he spoke.

The King crossed his arms and suddenly I was struck with the oddest memory of Aragorn as a child when he had first been left in Imladris, a lost little boy. "There is something you should know."

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Ooo, what could it be?