Aragorn smiled to hear Lunian's laughter as he left the building he had been in. His smile faded when he saw her walking beside a blond elf.

"She knows the torture you go through because of Arwen. She does not wish it for herself, nor would she wish Arwen's fate on anyone."

Aragorn turned to the person speaking, not surprised to see Elrohir. "Does she know the torture she puts you through?" he asked softly, not really wanting to pursue this particular conversation again so soon after having it with Legolas. Again.

Elrohir stiffened, but he slowly nodded, his eyes hooded to hide the pain that was still hinted at in his voice. "She knows. She fell very ill after she found out, but she knows."

Aragorn sighed and looked back at Lunian, recalling the quick moment he had seen of her at that time, so pale and weak. She had managed a smile for him, faint as it had been. Then she had said if he didn't come back soon, she'd track him down herself. "She is a lot like her mother."

"Yes," Elrohir agreed, his eyes darkening in pain, as it always did when anyone mentioned Lunian's mother, even if indirectly.

Aragorn lowered his gaze, knowing too well the pain Elrohir felt. It was that which Arwen would one day carry. The pain of loosing one you loved. "Would you have Legolas go trough what you and your sister shall?"

A soft sigh came from the elf beside him. He turned slightly to see Elrohir watch Legolas for a long moment before turning away. "I have no power to stop love. If it wishes to join them, then so be it."

"Elrohir!"

The elf's head turned sharply to face him. "Aragorn?" he asked back. "How could I deny Legolas a love if it is true, even if she must one day die? I no more can interfere now than I could when you and Arwen met."

Aragorn felt his lunch roll sickeningly within him. "Surely you're wrong about them."

Elrohir sighed and looked at the couple walking in the gardens below. Lunian tilted her head to the sky, letting the sun that was able to reach the ground kiss her cheeks. Legolas watched with a smile, and said something that drew a quicksilver smile from Lunian before the pair walked on. "It begins, Aragorn. None can stop it."

"Is there nothing to be done?"

Elrohir sighed. "There is only one thing, but no one would do it." He held up a hand when Aragorn started to insist he would. "One must die. That is the only way to halt the path of true love, and even that must occur in the stages when the two are merely friends." He shook his head. "I could less kill her than I could have killed you. Both of you are as blood to me, both going to condemn others I love to the pain I have suffered."

"Could Legolas survive?"

"He could. Arwen shall, for a time. Her fading will be slow, for she will have no hope, but probably children and memories to hold her here. As I have hope, so shall Legolas, if the time should come. Lunian will tell him all, eventually, and he will hold tightly onto that hope. I think he will be able to live on." Elrohir made up his mind, the slight frown being replaced by a saddened look he had worn too often since Lunian was born.

Silently the two left their post, the solemnity of the moment preventing any further words.

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Yes, I know, really, really short chapter… But it means I should have a new one up sooner!

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