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Guestroom in Minas Tirith, the night before Aragorn and Arwen's wedding.
"We keep getting distracted, Gimli," said Legolas taking the pen. "Let's start once more, and concentrate. And no, we are sitting at different chairs this time. You are reading, I am writing. Easiest ones first."
"Killjoy," sighed Gimli. "Lady Éowyn."
"You said that you had already told her about us."
"About you not about us. There wasn't any us at the time -- and I doubted there ever would be. As with her and Aragorn."
"I see. Then Lord Faramir is the second one. On similar grounds."
"Oh yes? And when did you managed to talk to him?" asked Gimli.
"I went to see Merry in the House of Healing, I met Faramir, and somehow we started to talk. He confided in me about Éowyn and I told him about you. We both didn't know at the time how our affections would be received."
"That's funny. Éowyn and Faramir. I wonder if they've told each other. Could've made things easier for us. All right, stop looking at me like that, let's not get distracted. Two accounted for. Who is next for you?"
"Lady Arwen. After the wedding, naturally."
"It's your friend and your call. I don't know her that well. Lady Galadriel for me."
"Idiot Elf. To talk to."
"Granted then. I can see the pattern here. With the exception of Lord Faramir, of course. Now, who's the next one?"
"Gandalf -- who else?" said Gimli. "He has always wanted us to be friends. Although I doubt he meant friends in this sense."
"I wouldn't put it past him. He is the far-seeing one, after all. Gandalf it is. And now for..."
"Aragorn?" proposed Gimli uncertainly.
"I am not that sure about his reaction. Arwen can tell him."
"That will be cheating. So, Aragorn's not so easy then? You may have a point here..."
"He may like us both well enough but when he hears we are mates now... Some Men are strange in this respect."
"In this case, let's move him down the list for now. No, I don't see any other easy ones here..."
"Merry and Pippin!" exclaimed Legolas triumphantly.
Gimli shuddered exaggeratedly.
"If telling those two is easy for you, you're even more thick-skinned than I've imagined. I can already hear those comments."
"True. But I am sure they won't actually mind."
"All right. So you are going to tell them."
Legolas looked slightly less confident now but didn't falter.
"If that's your wish, I will. Provided you are going to tell Frodo and Sam."
"What's so scary about Frodo?" asked Gimli. "I doubt he will even register what you are telling him in his present state."
"It's Sam I feel uneasy about," answered Legolas. "I could never figure out how to speak to him."
"I've observed that much. All right, Frodo and Sam for me. I don't mind talking to Sam: he is one of the most sensible people I have ever met. Of course, some folk may find this quality intimidating."
"Now you are being distracting." Legolas admonished him. "Let's see. Who remains out of the Fellowship?"
"Together," proposed Legolas.
"Very well. We're making progress -- it's nearly the end."
"Nearly? Who else is on the list?"
"You've put Lord Elrond," Gimli reminded him.
"Bother. Have I? Then I suppose I am going to talk to him, am I not?"
"A very good guess," praised Gimli.
"Then I will. Although he is concerned enough about Arwen at the moment," said Legolas. "On the other hand," he added after a while, "he might see her marriage in a different light now."
"A different light, indeed. What you mean is that the vision of a greater disaster befalling someone else would finally cheer him up? You may be right, you know."
"See? I told you this way we'd get to our fathers in no time."
"You just had to bring it up, didn't you?"