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Many Meetings
It took precisely one day for the group to arrive at Rivendell. They, being Aragorn, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, Tunidel, and Tári, did not talk much on the way, only an occasional 'ow' when sticks of vines cut their faces.
Aragorn had a different reason for not talking then all the others. He did not believe in the trust that Legolas had in Tári. For some reason, he felt as if she was doing more harm than good. Legolas was tuning into a different person now that he met Tári. He was hostile. It was a gut feeling, and Aragorn has nothing to prove why he felt this way, but years of being a ranger told him that his instincts were nearly always correct.
"We are here," said Elladan quietly as they entered the realm of Rivendell.
"Good," said Aragorn, "We shall all go speak to Elrond, then I must see my wife."
Legolas made a distinct sound in the back of his throat.
The group followed Elladan and Elrohir as they made their way up to Elrond's home. He was waiting for them.
"I've been waiting for you," said Elrond calmly.
They each greeted him and bowed, except for Elladan and Elrohir, for he was their father.
"Come inside. You must be tired. I'll have food and drink brought out, then we can talk." Everyone followed Elrond inside except for Tunidel, who waited outside, but kept his ears open so he could hear the conversation. Elrond led them into a small rectangular room filled with chairs and a large table. "Please, sit."
Everyone sat.
"Tell me about what has been figured," said Elrond, watching Aragorn.
"We went to see the leader of the Shiri'tel tribe for advice. He said that the sword was dangerous and should be destroyed. To do that he said to bring it here and cast it into the forge. From it and new sword should be made called Jainlet–
"The sword of fire," murmured Elrond. "Please continue."
"Yes," said Aragorn, "We are to create a new sword from the old one and call it Jainlet. He said that this sword would lead its people to a great victory the likes of which Middle-Earth has never seen before. That is all, my lord."
"Good," said Elrond. "Is their any other information?"
Legolas spoke up. "The Shiri'tel tribe has split up. It's old ruler was murdered and a new, less wise one was elected in it's place. The rebels are said to have run off towards Mordor."
"That is news indeed," said Elrond. "Please, everyone get some sleep, I shall summon Gandalf to see what he has to say on the matter. Oh, Aragorn, I believe that Arwen will be wondering where you are."
Aragorn thanked him and walked out of the house while everyone else was walking to their chambers. Without thinking about where he was going, Aragorn walked to Arwen's gazebo, knowing that she would be there. His instincts were correct.
"Aragorn," said Arwen, standing up and hugging him with all her might. "They didn't know what had happened to you or where you were. Where were you, what happened?" Aragorn explained this and caught up with Arwen throughout the rest of the day.
Meanwhile, Legolas and Tári were talking in a small room off of the kitchen.
"Why does Aragorn not like me?" asked Tári.
"I do not know," said Legolas. "I think he believes you untrustworthy. And he had to leave his home to find you. His wife is pregnant, and he's had some hard times. He's also about to be the king of Gondor. It is difficult for him."
"I did not know that I had caused much trouble," said Tári, tears seeping out of the corners of her eyes.
"No, Tári, do not cry. It is not your fault. You believed that you were doing the right thing."
"Thanks, Legolas." She kissed him lightly on the lips. "I think I'm going to go to bed."
"Goodnight," said Legolas softly, trying to preserve this moment in his memory forever.
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