The night was falling as Aragorn strode into the clearing. Galadriel was seated opposite an empty chair and was waiting patiently as though in meditation.
"I am here to seek your council," spoke Aragorn quietly, but way of introduction to their meeting.
Galadriel nodded, her thoughts brought to the present. "Then please, take a seat and let us talk."
Aragorn strode forward and fell smoothly into the offered chair. It was a moment before he spoke again.
"The reason I had come tonight has changed since I left my chambers," he said. "I had thought to speak of an attraction I have developed for one companion of mine, yet now I have shifted my attentions to another."
"Why is this so?" asked Galadriel. "And why so suddenly?"
Aragorn sighed as he fell more comfortable in his seat. "I had passed Sam upon coming here tonight. He looked as delighted as I have not seen him in many a long time. I asked him what had freed his mind so clearly, and he replied that he must speak urgently to Gimli. I did not need to question him further for I could see the attraction of lust in his eyes as he spoke of the dwarf."
"What then is your woe?" asked Galadriel. "Was it Sam to which you were attracted and now you see his eyes are on another?"
"No!" exclaimed Aragorn, surprised by the idea. "Though I must admit that I was curious that Sam was seeking Gimli for I was sure that his heart was firmly bonded to Frodo."
"An easy mistake," comforted Galadriel, choosing not to expand on her words. "Then tell me the true situation that troubles you."
Aragorn's brow furrowed as his thoughts become less than clear. "I was attracted to Gimli," he began.
"Gimli?" exclaimed Galadriel.
"Yes, Gimli," replied Aragorn, daring a comment, but none was given. "I was attracted to his great mass of beard. He is the hairiest of creatures I have ever witnessed! I fear it could well have been jealousy as no matter how hard I try, I can grow no more than stubble. I could leave it for weeks and it would be no longer than a baby's tooth!"
"Jealousy is not a kind master," spoke Galadriel. "You have done well to break free from its binds."
"You speak truly," replied Aragorn, glad for the comfort in his decision to leave this attraction.
"You spoke though of a newly blossomed love for another?" prompted Galadriel. "One that breached your mind not moments before our meeting?"
"Ah, yes," sighed Aragorn, shifting in his seat. "It does seem that my attraction of hair has indeed carried its focus to another. For no sooner had I taken my mind's eye from Gimli that I instantly was struck with a vision of the long flowing locks of Legolas..." He paused in his telling, his mind focused deep on the vision of beauty it presented. "What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through those silvery strands. Or to feel that silken touch flowing over my naked body as he would lower himself down from my head to waist as we lay together..."
Galadriel took a moment to compose her thoughts before replying.
"While I do understand the attraction you have, would it not seem fair to see this obsession as yet another branch of your fetish for those gifted with much hair? Would it not be another form of jealousy hidden deep within your mind? Possibly a want for a level of care that your own hair does not currently possess?"
Aragorn thought hard at this.
"I do see your observation as valid," he acknowledged reluctantly. "What then do you suggest? Keep in mind I would find it most difficult to turn my eyes from Legolas now they are focused upon him."
"I suggest a distraction," replied Galadriel with a smile. "Your focus is fair and I suggest it stays. It is only the matter of hair that I wish to guide you from. Tell me, you have seen attraction in elves before?"
"Yes," admitted Aragorn. "Arwen held my attention though to this day I do not know why. There was something indefinable about her that I could not resist. I must admit, I do feel the same pull from Legolas, though why I cannot say."
"Then let me guide you through the features of an elf, for it must be that which fixates you so," replied Galadriel. "First, I direct you towards the graceful stature..."
"No, that it not quite it," murmured Aragorn.
"Then maybe the androgynous beauty..."
"Still not quite, no," replied Aragorn.
"Then maybe his ears, curved and large..."
"Yes! Oh, yes!" cried Aragorn, leaping from his seat in the emotion of the revelation. "The ears!"
Galadriel smiled and waited patiently for him to calm.
"It is his ears!" cried Aragorn again, as though still amazed by the realisation. "The curved rim, the pointed top I want nothing more than to run my tongue over. And the size... so much bigger than those of my kind!"
"I am glad you have found your true feelings," spoke Galadriel, pleased with Aragorn's discovery.
"I will leave immediately and pursue him with the full force of my will!" cried Aragorn, the heat of lust burning in his eyes. "I will have them...those tempting lobes, beckoning me to suck them deep within my mouth... My manhood, tracing circles around the curves of elastic skin..."
The visions were too much to bear and Aragorn flew swiftly from the meeting place, intend on his location.
Galadriel smiled as she watched him leave, pleased with her victory.
***
Celeborn walked quietly into the meeting place, head bowed in acknowledgement of Galadriel's victory.
"The tally is won by you, I concede," he spoke as he took the emptied chair. "Though I must ask... Have you not directed all towards another in a tangle of intentions and desire, bar for two...?"
"Yes," Galadriel smiled. "Legolas I directed to himself, and none other I directed to Aragorn." As she rose she spoke with calm confidence. "Have no fear, dear Celeborn, for with feet as ripe and soiled as those of great Strider, it will not be long before our Elf Prince follows his nose to bind the final love between them both."
And with those words, she departed.
THE END.