'None of your business', snapped Rory. 'And keep your dirty mind to yourself, I knew Glorfindel thousands of years before you were born'.
Aragorn stared at her, realising he probably was out of line. 'I apologise', he said and gave a sketchy bow.
Rory relaxed then. She shook her head at Aragorn, and said quietly 'Why do you dislike me?'
'In fact, I do not dislike you, I distrust you, the way you just happen to appear in Middle Earth at crucial moments is very worrying for me.' he answered.
'Rriiight, well, I'm off to see Gandalf and Elrond, they want to see me about my 'appearances' perhaps you better come along and find the truth with me', said Rory.
'Very well then', said Aragorn.
They were about to walk off when Glorfindel, who could hear Rory's voice still outside his door, appeared. 'Cannot bear to leave me', he said cheekily. Then realised Aragorn was there, and he blushed understanding that he had put Rory in an awkward position.
'Nope, I don't like blondes, I was just chatting to Aragorn', she said laughing at him.
In confusion Glorfindel retreated. Aragorn gave Rory a strange look. She threw her hands in the air 'I just helped him in from the gardens this morning, and stayed on to see he was Ok', she said.
Aragorn declined to answer; he had decided it was safer. He was not interested in Rory, but he knew of Glorfindel's reputation with women. And he remembered last night seeing Rory getting lots of attention from the male Elves who knew her in the Last Alliance, and he understood she was one of those rare women who did not need beauty. Then he shrugged, both Rory and Glorfindel were adults, it was no business of his what if anything was going on between them.
Together, Rory and Aragorn walked to the council room appointed for her to meet with Gandalf and Elrond. Aragorn was not expected, but he knew his foster father would not mind his attendance.