"Aragorn!" called Legolas from the other end of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. Arariel was beside him.
"Legolas, Mellon! What brings you up here?" (friend)
"I need to find Ancalime"
"Why?" asked Aragorn, looking confusedly at Arariel.
Legolas explained the situation.
"...And so I need you to stay with us in case she, er, tries anything"
"Yes of course, I will have Hamasalf fetch her. I believe she is lodging at the Happy Hobbit Inn. Please, go and wait in the Great Hall and wait for me"
"Thankyou Aragorn, we will not forget this" said Legolas as he made his way into the Great Hall, Arariel at his side.
They sat in the hall waiting for Aragorn. Legolas grabbed Arariel's hand and squeezed it. She could feel the panic just from his touch. She closed her hand over his and smiled at him.
"It will be okay. One way or another we will be together" she whispered into the silence.
He kissed her and gripped her hand harder. Aragorn burst in at that moment, along with Arwen, Hamasalf and Ancalime. Legolas and Arariel pulled apart before Ancalime could see them.
"Please, have a seat Lady Ancalime" said Aragorn, gesturing to the seat nearest Arwen.
"What is going on?" asked Ancalime, looking from Arariel to Legolas.
"Legolas is here to speak to you about your betrothal" said Aragorn.
"About the date?" she asked excitedly, "I was thinking of a spring wedding..."
Legolas held up his hand, cutting her off.
"Ancalime, there will be no wedding" he said, quietly.
"Legolas wishes to, er, break the betrothal" Arwen said gently.
"But...but we were bound!" cried Ancalime.
"This is news to me!" exclaimed Arariel.
"You can only be bound to one another, if both parties agree," Legolas told Ancalime, "I never agreed. We were never actually married in the eyes of our parents" he said looking to Arariel for forgiveness. She nodded seeing no lie in his eyes.
Tears sprang to Ancalime's eyes.
"I...I thought you agreed"
"My father agreed for me. When souls are bound, no one can bind them but the two elves involved"
Ancalime stood up. Looking as though she had been slapped.
"YOU!" she said pointing at Arariel, "You will not get away with stealing my fiance, mark my words She-Elf" she spat.
Legolas stood up and made to grab her, before she could run away. But she was already gone.
Arwen sighed.
"So, when is the wedding?" she asked.
