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Subject: Breakfast

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Aragorn

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Date Posted: 12:41:08 04/21/02 Sun

The elf stopped in midsentance, obviously unwilling to continue in whatever he'd been about to say. Politely Aragorn concentrated on the food infront of him and pretended to not have heard the intriging we.

So where there had been one there was now two, three. He couldn't tell and Legolas had now returned to the salad infront of him, lapsing into silence again.

Personally Aragorn made it a rule not to touch the stuff. It seemed unnatural, wrong even to survive on leaves, to eat the same things as rabbits. The sausages on his plate were cooling rapidly and their delicious smell called to his empty belly.
He ate as one possessed and a faint look of disgust crossed the face of the elf opposite him.
"Did you want some?" he asked after he had satified his immediate hunger. Legolas looked like he was about to excuse himself to go and find a quiet place to be sick.
Aragorn shrugged and finished his breakfast.
Much better.
The plate was removed by an attractive serving girl who smiled shyly at him. He returned it broadly, feeling much better after the meal. Keeping her eyes low the girl bobbed and exited.
His eyes followed her trim figure as she walked away. Mentally he weighed her up, pretty face, nice smile, beautiful figure ... not his wife.
Suddenley he felt replused with himself, unclean. He turned back to the elf, but Legolas was no longer eating his salad quietly and the look in his eyes spoke of pure loathing.

Aragorn's heart sank, it would've been nice to make up with Legolas but with one foul look he had once again ruined his chances.

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[> Subject: Re: Breakfast

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Legolas
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Date Posted: 14:01:18 04/21/02 Sun

Legolas didn't trouble to hide his disgust. Aragorn had just recovered from a serious injury, it appeared his wife had gone missing, and yet here he was, smiling, eating butchered animals and ogling young women.

Then, he felt guilty. If, as it appeared, Arwen had left him, Aragorn would be lost. Then again, it wouldn't be much of a shock. Legolas had been, well, surprised when Arwen had made the decision to give up her immortality. And while she may have loved Aragorn, she was also a most unsuitable wife for him. What tricks fate played. Instead of a capable noble who could have stood beside him and helped to rule Gondor, he had loved a flighty she-elf ruled by her emotions.
Keeping his tone neutral, he asked, "It's true then? Arwen has left you?"
For that could be the only explanation for Aragorn's strange behaviour. Legolas let the icy curtain between them drop. If that was the case, Elessar would need his support, not his enmity.