Strange Gesture, Chapter 3
"Legolas, lad," Gimli called down the hallway.
Legolas slowed for a moment, searching for some exit, but finding none finally stopped. When Gimli caught up, he found the Elf staring intently at the floor. Legolas fidgeted under the scrutiny. "Come, friend," Gimli beckoned, "let us step outside for fresh air." Legolas matched his step towards the courtyard, eyes still cast downward, then suddenly stopped and followed slightly behind. Gimli raised an eyebrow and slowed to match his pace. At last, they reached the arched doorway to the courtyard.
Legolas walked to a tree and let his hand trail along the bark. Gimli grinned, "I thought you might prefer a few trees."
Legolas looked up as he spoke, but quickly averted his gaze again. "Thank you." He breathed deeply and leaned against the strong trunk. After a moment, he mumbled, "I...apologize for Elladan's behavior. He meant no offense. Elves believe that to mate is to marry. As much as he speaks of it, Elladan is still a bachelor."
"Ah, yes, of course," Gimli waved his hand dismissingly, "often young Beornings boast like that. I'm sure Elrond's son is quite honorable."
Legolas sat at the tree's base, running his hand through the grass. He had relaxed and was murmuring a soft, melancholy song.
After a moment of listening, Gimli carefully approached the subject they both knew they must discuss, "My friend, I fear I have somehow hurt our friendship, and do not know how to mend it."
"Our friendship is fine," Legolas insisted.
"Then why will you not look me in the eye?" he replied softly. "Tell me what I have done."
"No, Gimli, it is my fault," Legolas said guiltily. "The blame is mine, and I will mend it."
"It matters little who claims the blame. Axe or arrow, a wound cannot heal without being tended," Gimli said, crouching near. He looked into the Elf's eyes, seeing desperation and crumbling resolve. "What does it mean?"
"Please," Legolas whispered, "Ask anything of me, but don't pursue this."
Stern and curious as he was, Gimli found himself unable to withstand the plea. He looked soberly into the Elf's eyes and merely nodded. "Of course, my friend, as you will." But he could not tear his gaze away from the pointed ear.
Legolas shifted self-consciously.
"I should go," Gimli said, trying to hurriedly find an excuse. "I... I have much to do, with Aragorn's wedding approaching so quickly." He tore his eyes away from Legolas and left.