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Legolas peered through the branches of the tree. His 'elf' eyes scanning the darkness, until they focused on a tall, man-like figure.
The elf let go of the breath, he didn't know he was holding. He recognised the voice, it was Aragorn.
Legolas quickly jumped down the tree, and stood in front of him.
" You're late." the elf stated, blankly.
Aragorn laughed at the joke ; a warm but rough chuckle, that seemed to bring a soothing breeze, that caused the trees to wave back at the arrival.
The blond elf's face lit up with a small grin. Only a few people had achieved a smile out of his reserved personality. Lately, only Gimli and Aragorn could be able.
"What are you doing here?" Legolas asked, " It is deep into the night." The elf looked sincerely worried , but his pale blue eyes glittered with excitement in the starlight.
" Arwen is ill, and I will need to speak to Lord Elrond immediately, to discuss whether she should attempt the journey to Rivendell."
The elf frowned, he never liked Arwen. She was always acting better than him. When really they were both heirs to elf thrones.
"I do hope she recovers." the elf paused and then continued, " Come, let us go and get some food, you must be starving."
"Yes let us, but I must say I never liked elf salad food." Aragorn had a wide smile on his face, but he was clearly tired.
The elf couldn't help but smile.
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