He nodded, his mind going back to the odd scene on the beach earlier in the day. It had been strange enough to comfort him, but it all got almost into the realm of the surreal when he'd been kissed.
"Yes, he was upset, and in pain, and I spoke to him as I would a child. Aragorn, my King, I swear, I did not want..."
Not that Aragorn would care, he didn't know why he was speaking the way he was. But it seemed suddenly important that the Ranger know that Legolas hadn't been the one to start it, and he hadn't wanted it. Of course, the Ranger would not concern himself with whatever dalliances Legolas got himself into, he was sure of this.
"I apologize, my King. I am still greatly troubled by this. Humans... do such strange things. I do not understand the desire to kiss someone when you have no true interest in them."