After Sauron was destroyed and the fellowship went their own ways Aragorn had been summoned to Aengaland where he was to get rid of some of the orc who escaped Mordor. The city was set on rocky hills and cliffs, perfect hiding places for the enemy. Aragorn rode with no knowledge of what lay before him. After a 4-day ride he arrived in the city of Aengaland where he was greeted by a sea of people, all cheering. All of a sudden a trumpet blew and the sea separated and out of it strolled the one the only Legolas Greenleaf. At the sight of his old friend Aragorn sprinted to hug him. You had never seen such happiness in one meeting when out of the crowd came a stout dwarf ax at side. "Gimli?" Aragorn said, "Dear Gimli!" To the surprise of the dwarf Aragorn dropped to his knees and hugged him tightly. Everything suddenly became very clear to Aragorn they had all been summoned to fight the orc he was so over delighted to be fighting amongst his friends again that it seemed odd at the time. "Let's hunt some orc," yelled Gimli, "just like the old days." "Like the old days," Legolas echoed. Aragorn smiled a huge smile he tightened his sword around his waist, checked to make sure he had all his other weapons including his dagger, extra arrows, rope, and other climbing material, just in case. Gimli shoved his ax in the air hinting he was more than ready. The crowd cheered them on as they walked side by side to the cliffs. They shared old stories, new stories, just about everything that had happened since they split up a year ago. Sooner then they knew it they were at the edge of the cliff. "Well," Gimli said, "they have to be around here somewhere." Legolas withdrew his bow and readied his arrow. They heard a drum sound an orc drum. They looked down to see 10-20 orcs below about 100 feet. "We can take them!" Gimli said. "What do your elf eyes see, Legolas?" Aragorn said. "They have a camp set up down to the west that is where their strong side is," Legolas answered, " we could wait until the cover of night and sneak down on the rope and in the morning catch them by surprise." They all agreed. They decided that they'd sleep in the day so they'd be ready by night. Legolas kept watch waiting, seeking, dreaming of nightfall. Finally, it had come the sun was down it was just light enough to get down the cliff if, if they hurried. They tied the rope to a stake Legolas shoved into the ground. Aragorn went down first followed by Gimli then Legolas. They didn't talk much on their way down careful not to disturb their enemy. All of a sudden in the still of night they heard a rope snap. Fear shot through each of their hearts a dread to great for them to imagine, the rope couldn't hold them all they were too heavy. Even if they tried climbing down it as fast as they could they still wouldn't make it in time. Another snap. Aragorn knew what he had to do. He took out his dagger and slowly began cutting the rope above him. Legolas looked down in horror all he could say was, "NO, NO!" Gimli tried talking him out of is saying that if he died they'd die with him. "Take care of Arwen," was all Aragorn could say until snap the dagger had reached he end and he fell into the dark. An unimaginable sorrow overtook Legolas and Gimli as they scurried back up the rope when they reached the top they sobbed uncontrollably. They stayed there for three days and nights not eating nor drinking. Aragorn had given them the greatest gift of all and they were going to personally watch after Arwen and dedicate their service to Gondor. Finally, they had enough strength to make their way to Gondor. Not a day went by when they didn't think about Aragorn and how even though he was a rare dundain his life was cut short. They would never forget a friendship so strong, so tight, so full of brotherly love and that would never be lost.

A/N: I kinda based this story around Ecclesiastes 4:12 which says a cord of three strands is not easily broken.