Disclaimer: It´s not mine, I´m only borrowing...
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Someone To Share
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Legolas felt cold. It was the first time in his life that he felt cold without any apparent reason, and it robbed him of his sleep even though he was tired, in body and in soul.
He tossed on his palled, trying to get warm underneath his blanket and his cloak which he had spread about it. It did not seem sufficient, though.
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He had just changed his position again when he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard a well-known voice ask softly why he did not sleep.
Legolas turned his head to look at his old friend: "I am sorry, I did not mean to wake you", he whispered.
"What ails you?", the Ranger asked quietly.
Legolas hesitated but knew he could not deceive him: "I am cold", he said, equally quiet, "though I feel well otherwise."
Aragorn´s grey eyes beheld him for a while, then he smiled sadly: "It might be your grief", he said quietly. "Your mind is troubled..."
Legolas nodded. Maybe the Ranger was right; he felt weary and sad and was unable to shake that off.
Aragorn moved closer now: "Share my warmth", he said and held up his blanket. Gratefully, Legolas accepted his offer and drew close to him. Soon they were huddled together under two blankets and one cloak, and Aragorn had laid his arm around the elf: "Sleep", he whispered. "Let your mind rest..."
Legolas felt better already: "Thank you", he murmured. "For such a young one, you are quite wise sometimes..."
Aragorn chuckled and closed his eyes.
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The End
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