I know it hurts
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Plot: Aragorn thinks about how much he misses Arwen and wonders if he will ever see her again, Legolas tries to comfort him. Set during TTT when the fellowship and the citizens of Rohan are on their way to Helms Deep.
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Elvish translation: Neigra- It hurts
Aragorn took a long drag from his pipe and exhaled in a cloud of smoke. His gaze wandered around the camp as he sat, leaning up against a rock. He did not take in much of what he saw; nothing could distract him from the feeling of loss that swelled in his chest.
Legolas looked up from where he was sharpening his white, elven-knives. He sighed as his gaze rested upon his human friend. He set his knives aside, then stood and approached Aragorn, crouching in front of him. The elf gazed at the man for a long moment before he spoke. "Mellon nin." He reached forward and placed a hand on Aragorn's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. He could see the pain in the human's eyes. "She will be better off."
Aragorn gave a slight jerk of the head as if to ward off a fly that was annoying him. He gave a quiet sigh. "Neigra."
Legolas nodded understandingly. "I know it hurts." He then stood and walked away to finish the job that he had been working on. He cast one last look at Aragorn before setting back to work sharpening his knives.
Aragorn closed his eyes. A single silver tear tracked down his left cheek. "Oh, Meleth."
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