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Reconciliation

Aragorn had told Arwen about his suspicions of Tári, but if he was expecting pity, he didn't get it. Instead, Arwen had told him that it was probably just his imagination. She had a better explanation for Legolas' behavior. He's in love, she had said. Well, it certainly made sense. Thinking back, Tunidel had told him the same thing. It's love, he had said. Aragorn made a decision. He was going to talk to Tári. Right now.

Aragorn left the sleeping Arwen in bed, covering her completely with blankets and placing a kiss on her forehead before leaving. Where though, would Tári be? Somewhere near Legolas. The guest rooms. The guest room next to Legolas. Of course. Only that would make sense. Before he even got into the house, however, something interrupted him.

"Come with me," said the voice.

"Not now," said Aragorn quietly, "I've other things to do."

"No you don't," replied the voice, and Aragorn recognized it as Legolas.

"If you want to talk," said Aragorn, "you will do it on my turf."

"Fine," said Legolas, practically shouting. In truth, it made him sound a little immature.

Aragorn led Legolas to a grand beech tree near the wing of the house that was his and Arwen's. "Now what on earth do you want to talk about?" he asked Legolas, settling himself into a comfortable position on the ground.

"Tári," said Legolas. "Why do you dislike her so?" Legolas smiled internally. Aragorn was shifting his weight and looked mighty uncomfortable.

"I . . er, well. You see, I dislike her because of you. She's so enraptured by you and you by her, and it sends me farther and farther away from you. Whenever I say the slightest bit about Tári, you go insane and shout at me and insult me. You're pushing me farther away from you as you bring her closer in."

Clearly Legolas did not expect this type of answer, because he blushed. "Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize that, well, you know."

Aragorn did not know. "Legolas, do you love her?" he asked.

Legolas blushed even more. "I think so. Though I cannot say that I actually know what true love is like. In all the stories and pictures, it seems as if is either a slow tedious process, or it happens with a bang. But, the problem is, the ones that happen with a bang always seem to fall apart on way or another. How did you and Arwen fall in love?"

Aragorn was quiet for a few minutes. "With me and Arwen," he started, "well, it was more of a slow thing. At first sight we thought that the other would be a great person to meet, and after that it just sort of flowed, and we fell in love."

Legolas mumbled a small 'oh,' and they sat in silence for a few minutes, each thinking about their own problems. Aragorn was the first to break the silence.

"Will you talk to Tári for me?" he asked.

Legolas looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Well, could you at least tell her that I want to talk with her when she wakes up? Maybe around lunchtime? Please ask her to meet me at this very tree we sit at now. And please, tell her to give me a chance."

Legolas stared at Aragorn for several minutes. There was obvious apology in Aragorn's eyes, as if he was pleading Legolas, along with Tári to give him another chance. Legolas saw the truthfulness.

"Yes, I'll tell her," he said quietly.

"Thanks," said Aragorn.

"Well, I'm off to bed," said Legolas, standing up and stretching. Aragorn followed suit. Legolas turned and began to walk off towards the guest wing, but Aragorn stopped him.

"Legolas," he began. "I'm sorry."

Legolas nodded and continued his walk.

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