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Here lies Aragorn,
Son of Arathorn,
Heir of Isildur,
Last of the Numenoreans,
Who died with a sword in his hand.
Legolas sadly tossed a mallorn leaf onto the grave. It had been one year since the passing of Aragorn at the Black Gates of Mordor. Since then the Ring had been destroyed, Faramir proclaimed King of Gondor, the death of Eowyn and Merry, and the passing of Frodo, Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel over the Sea. So much had happened since then, so little comfort or joy. Middle-Earth was once more free of evil, but the shadow of better days that could have been hung over it. Thranduil had left Mirkwood, and as the King of Mirkwood, Legolas was shirking his duties. He had not spoken to anybody except Gimli and the grave of Aragorn.
*I wish something could have been done!*
"I wish he had never died!" Legolas voiced this thought aloud in the empty courtyard. As he did so a sad wind blew through the dead tree of Gondor, and the faint snatches of song could be heard. The elves, he thought bitterly to himself. All elves had guardians, to tell them when they were needed, to warn them of danger. Why couldn't Aragorn have had one? As he thought of this question he made up his mind. He would go north, far north, where few lived, and would ask this question to the elves there. They would know. They would tell him. And he would go.
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"Laddie? Where are you off to?" Gimli hurried after Legolas as he strode purposely down the street to his apartments. It was late at night, most people would be inside drinking, laughing, joking. But not him.
"I'm going to find out why Aragorn died. And NO, you are not coming." Legolas walked into his room and started shoving things into his old, worn pack. Gimli could clearly see something was bothering his old friend greatly, so he let it go. Just this once.
"You may go alone this time. But next time, I will be going. Or you will not go at all." Gimli's eyes flashed as he said this, so Legolas silently accepted.
"Take care of everything while I am gone. Tell no one unless they ask. If Faramir finds out, he will try to stop me. Keep everything in here under lock and key. I wish to come back and find everything here like it is." Legolas kicked a trunk on the floor, so it shifted slightly, revealing a patch of dust. "I want that to be there still when I return." Then Legolas froze. Lying underneath the trunk was a pendant. It was a delicate little thing, for it was made of silver with a white jewel in the middle.
"The Evenstar." Legolas whispered. It shone as its name was spoken and a voice floated on the invisible wind in the room. The necklace began to glow, pulsing with a soft white light that beckoned to Legolas. He reached a hand out for it and drew it back sharply.
"Magic. Strong magic. The magic of love." Legolas' head shot up. " Gimli! I don't know what this does, but if anything unusual happens to me, don't panic, it's just the magic." Gimli nodded silently, his eyes never leaving Legolas. Legolas reached a hand out for the pendant, and when his fingers came into contact with silver, he felt himself being engulfed by the whirling magic.
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When the whirling finally stopped Legolas found himself in a beautiful room overlooking Rivendell. But it was the people in the room that surprised him most. There, standing next to the bed was Arwen. But it was the person on the bed that surprised him most.
It was Aragorn.
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Here lies Aragorn,
Son of Arathorn,
Heir of Isildur,
Last of the Numenoreans,
Who died with a sword in his hand.
Legolas sadly tossed a mallorn leaf onto the grave. It had been one year since the passing of Aragorn at the Black Gates of Mordor. Since then the Ring had been destroyed, Faramir proclaimed King of Gondor, the death of Eowyn and Merry, and the passing of Frodo, Gandalf, Elrond, and Galadriel over the Sea. So much had happened since then, so little comfort or joy. Middle-Earth was once more free of evil, but the shadow of better days that could have been hung over it. Thranduil had left Mirkwood, and as the King of Mirkwood, Legolas was shirking his duties. He had not spoken to anybody except Gimli and the grave of Aragorn.
*I wish something could have been done!*
"I wish he had never died!" Legolas voiced this thought aloud in the empty courtyard. As he did so a sad wind blew through the dead tree of Gondor, and the faint snatches of song could be heard. The elves, he thought bitterly to himself. All elves had guardians, to tell them when they were needed, to warn them of danger. Why couldn't Aragorn have had one? As he thought of this question he made up his mind. He would go north, far north, where few lived, and would ask this question to the elves there. They would know. They would tell him. And he would go.
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"Laddie? Where are you off to?" Gimli hurried after Legolas as he strode purposely down the street to his apartments. It was late at night, most people would be inside drinking, laughing, joking. But not him.
"I'm going to find out why Aragorn died. And NO, you are not coming." Legolas walked into his room and started shoving things into his old, worn pack. Gimli could clearly see something was bothering his old friend greatly, so he let it go. Just this once.
"You may go alone this time. But next time, I will be going. Or you will not go at all." Gimli's eyes flashed as he said this, so Legolas silently accepted.
"Take care of everything while I am gone. Tell no one unless they ask. If Faramir finds out, he will try to stop me. Keep everything in here under lock and key. I wish to come back and find everything here like it is." Legolas kicked a trunk on the floor, so it shifted slightly, revealing a patch of dust. "I want that to be there still when I return." Then Legolas froze. Lying underneath the trunk was a pendant. It was a delicate little thing, for it was made of silver with a white jewel in the middle.
"The Evenstar." Legolas whispered. It shone as its name was spoken and a voice floated on the invisible wind in the room. The necklace began to glow, pulsing with a soft white light that beckoned to Legolas. He reached a hand out for it and drew it back sharply.
"Magic. Strong magic. The magic of love." Legolas' head shot up. " Gimli! I don't know what this does, but if anything unusual happens to me, don't panic, it's just the magic." Gimli nodded silently, his eyes never leaving Legolas. Legolas reached a hand out for the pendant, and when his fingers came into contact with silver, he felt himself being engulfed by the whirling magic.
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When the whirling finally stopped Legolas found himself in a beautiful room overlooking Rivendell. But it was the people in the room that surprised him most. There, standing next to the bed was Arwen. But it was the person on the bed that surprised him most.
It was Aragorn.
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