Saying Goodbye is Easy
prologue
Aragorn sat down quietly on one of the soft benches outside of the Healing Rooms of Imladris, where he spent most of his time nowadays learning and practicing his healing skills. He was a born fighter, a leader, meant to be the King of Gondor one day. But his true passion lay in helping those in need. To make sure that light would overpower the darkness. To help ease pain and sorrow. He was a fighter indeed, but he preferred to be a fighter of illness and injury. Though no one could deny that he didn't like to hunt down an orc or two. But he was still young and no matter how often his Adar told him; no matter how often Gandalf tried to remind him, he did not see himself as a King any time soon.
The young Man let out a heavy sigh and stared down at the paper in his hand. The past months had been good. Peaceful. He had felt happy and at ease and he had learned a lot from Lord Elrond. But those feelings had disappeared almost as soon as he read the first few lines of the letter that was brought to him earlier that day. And the more he read, the more his heart ached. He needed to go. He needed to leave his home; his family in order to seek his best friend. No, not his best friend. His brother, his soulmate. Of whom he hadn't heard anything for months - which was odd to say the least. Until now.
Aragorn's eyes roamed across the piece of paper over and over again. His breathing became more labored and his hands trembled. He didn't want to believe what was witten. He couldn't. Because if he did, then that meant that his brother in anything but blood was close to leaving this world. And he wanted to say goodbye.
My dear Friend,
It has been a long time since I have written to you. For that I must apologize and I hope you can forgive me. But I wanted to spare you bad news and pain for as long as I could.
It troubles me greatly to write down these words, but I fear I can no longer wait. I got injured in battle while defending my Father's Realm a while ago and I am afraid my outlooks are not that good. I will not go into detail for I do not think that this is the right way to do so. Nor do I want to trouble you any further than this letter may already have. Until there was any certainty about my condition, I asked my father not to contact you and for once he has done my bidding for which I am grateful, though I do not think you share that gratitude. Please know that I have had my reasons to wait sending this letter.
My strength is leaving me fast these days and I am afraid that even writing a small letter tires me greatly. I ask you to come visit me, for I do not wish to part this world without seeing my brother one last time. I am sorry for doing this to you, please forgive me, my friend. I know this all must confuse you, but I assure you I can explain.
Please come and see me, Estel. I miss you and I need you with me.
Your brother, Legolas
Aragorn stared at the paper and turned it over in his hands. It took him fifteen minutes to let the message sink in. And as soon as it did, he sprang up and ran towards his Father's rooms. He had to leave as soon as possible. But not to say goodbye. He refused to do so. It was not Legolas' time. It could not be. For their fates were intertwined and if it was Aragorn's destiny to become the King of Gondor, then it was Legolas' destiny to be there with him. To stand beside him. He would not let him fall.
Tbc.
So, this is my first Lord of the Rings fanfic and I have no idea if you like it or not. If you do, please let me know and I will continue. Forgive me any grammar mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. Thank you!
(Ps. My Les Miserables stories are temporarily on hiatus. I need new inspiration which I lack at the moment. If you have idea's, feel free to contact me)
