Hey, all. Chapters got a bit screwed up because the net made up a rule while I was gone, so I couldn't (obviously) deal with it. Oh well. Due to computer problems, I only have this chapter for now… but lots of ideas. I fixed a couple problems in the last chapter, and am uploading the fixed version with this one.

As for questions for the last chapter: I would say Eldarion is around thirty… and Lunian is past fifty, and no doubt knows she will have an extended life because of her elven blood.

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Aragorn didn't know which one to talk to. The way Legolas had clung to Lunian made it plain enough she was deemed his, as did the disapproving glares of the guards. Goodness knows he had gone through enough of that sort of look before he and Arwen were married. He would no doubt still be getting them if he wasn't the king, and if they hadn't moved to a human realm where elves were not often found, especially since the majority had already passed to the undying lands.

Should he speak with Lunian? Or Legolas? And either way, did he have a reason to? Their relationship seemed to be working well enough for the two of them, even if it was not for the elves of the former Mirkwood.

But how much of a relationship was it? The last time he had seen Elrohir, they had discussed the matter of the frequently visiting prince. It had been obvious to everyone with eyes or ears after their initial visit to Gondor that Legolas loved her. If she had refused to love him back, by now he should have faded or gone into the west, finding no joy in Middle-Earth to hold him on these shores any longer.

So, she must have come to love him in return. Aragorn sighed softly, shaking his head. Legolas had known this could happen, and had determined to let it, if it was meant to be.

"Why so solemn, Elessar?"

That made his choice for him. Of course, he could still speak to Lunian if he felt it necessary after talking with the elven prince. "I was just wondering about how this started," he murmured, forgetting Legolas hadn't been thinking along the same lines he had.

"At the beginning of the—"

Aragorn realized his error quickly and shook his head. "You and Lunian," he explained quickly, stopping the history lesson. Elves and history. You would think they would give up teaching it to beings who die so quickly, and stick to telling it to those who would live long enough to make it worth the effort of speaking and listening. "You had a chance to let it go, let it pass by untouched, untested. You chose not to."

Legolas bowed his head slightly in acceptance of the truth of Aragorn's words. "Yes."

"But she never had the same choice."

A soft sigh slipped from Legolas's lips. "No, she did not." The words were quietly resigned. Legolas leaned against the arched doorway leading to the garden, watched a few flowers wave in the slight breeze. "She would have avoided it, rejected it, hidden away so it couldn't find her," he added softly after a moment's silent thought. Aragorn noticed Legolas's ears pulled back ever so slightly, as if catching on a sound, so he was surprised when the elf continued. "Even knowing the price I have to be thankful I was the one given the choice. The only regret I have is that my decision to allow it a chance resulted in a situation that causes her pain, knowing I could die." He shook his head slightly and lowered his darkened eyes from the view beyond to that of the ground just before his feet. "That alone, I would change."

Aragorn noticed a movement in the halls behind the prince, and was about to speak when it was too late. Lunian rested her chin on the elf's shoulder, her arms wrapping around his waist. "I would change only the uncertainty of my own end," she murmured softly, tilting her head so her ear was against his throat.

With a look akin to sorrow Legolas placed his hands over hers, and then turned so he was able to kiss her cheek. "And have Elrohir your father?" he asked softly, drawing her around so their positions were reversed.

"Hmm," she agreed softly, laying her head against his shoulder. "Maybe in my next life."

Legolas closed his eyes in seeming pain. He said nothing, leaning his head down as he shifted her ever so slightly so she was nestled into his protective stance from head to toe.

Watching with a frown, Aragorn felt completely ousted. They were a functioning unit, cut off from the rest of the world without caring that they were excluding everyone else. He sighed softly and looked out at the garden, smiling as he saw Arwen coming towards him.

She smiled at him and accepted a kiss before glancing at the couple with a raised brow, silently asking him what happened. He half-shrugged and drew her slightly to one side, wrapping her loosely in his arms. "They got caught up in each other."

Another brilliant smile lit her blue-grey eyes as she looked up at him through her lashes. "That is not hard to do with one you love." Her palm rested against his cheek, a finger rubbing against the outer curve of his ear.

He still hadn't figured out her fascination with his ears. But he smiled slightly and kissed her forehead, drawing her to his side as they continued down the hall, leaving the two lovers to their own little world.