Aragorn looked at the Elf, pain clear in his eyes. He had expected Legolas to support him, not argue with him. "Do you think I have no feelings? That I don't want to let them rest? I am pushing us on because I know that the moment we stop, our grief will consume us. We do not have the will to fight properly if we are attacked now. We need the sanctuary of Lothlòrien not only for protection, but to heal our souls. Do not judge me as if you know how I feel," said the Man harshly as he sped up and hurried away.