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Hello everyone =) First off, thanks to all those who read and reviewed (even if you read and didn't review, thanks)! Your comments – and critiques - mean so much to me. Here's the second chapter … it's a bit of a slower chapter but it has some nice moments … at least I think it does but I'm a bit biased. I hope you enjoy!

Legolas and Frodo returned with the healer, a younger elf but still very skilled in the arts of healing.

"Good morning, Master Aragorn." The healer knelt next to Aragorn's bed. "Your companions inform me that you are feeling unwell. Can you please describe your discomforts for me?"

Aragorn looked over the healer's head and glared at Legolas and Frodo, who were standing behind.

"Master Aragorn?"

Aragon's eyes shifted to the healer and he cleared his throat.

"My head hurts, my eyes cannot focus, and my body aches."

The young healer placed a thin hand on Aragorn's brow.

"You are burning with fever. Have you been able to find sleep?"

Aragorn nodded.

"Last night I slept soundly."

"I see." The healer rose from his crouched position. "I am afraid, Master Aragorn, that your body is just in need of rest and the proper amount of time to recuperate. I can administer medicine that will help with the pain and fever, as well as to help you find rest but as I am sure you know, I cannot do more than that."

Aragorn closed his eyes and nodded. The healer gave the medicine and left, leaving careful instructions with Legolas.

"Where are the others?" Aragorn asked, waiting for sleep to now find him.

"They are at breakfast." Frodo replied. "They woke when the healer was here. They send their best wishes and will come and see you later if they're permitted."

"I would like that very much," Aragorn said with a smile. "Medicine may be able to heal the body but smiling friends are a good remedy to the soul."

Frodo smiled.

"You should close your eyes."

Aragorn couldn't help but follow the innocent Hobbit's advice and his mind began to wander…

"You were always this stubborn when it came to being tended," Arwen's gentle voice made Aragorn open his eyes. "Even as a small child."

"What are you doing here?" Aragorn whispered. Even in hushed tones his throat burned.

"I am only here through your dreams."

Arwen crossed silently over the stone floor and sat on the edge of Aragorn's bed. Aragorn looked around and surprisingly found himself in his old bed chamber at Rivendell.

"You are ill, meleth-nin."

"I know."

Arwen gently brushed back the damp strands of hair from Aragorn's face.

"The healer was right. Your body is enraged with fever."

Not giving Aragorn a chance to respond, Arwen rose and returned with a damp cloth and began sponging Aragorn's face.

"Do you remember when you fell ill as a child? Elladan, Elrohir, and I could not understand what was wrong with you."

Aragorn smiled.

"I remember. Lord Elrond allowed you to keep me company. I was so angry that it was I that got sick and how terribly unfair it was that you and the twins never would fall ill."

Arwen smiled at the memory.

"I wish I could share your pain and sickness, Aragorn. One day, I will."

"Arwen, I've told you. I want you to take the ship to Valinor with your people."

"And I have told you that it is not your choice. It is mine to make and mine to live with."

Aragorn sighed.

"I do not think we should speak of this anymore. Your fever is rising."

Aragorn tossed and turned in his sleep, causing Legolas to watch with concern. Lady Galadriel joined him.

"He grows weaker." She said in her even voice.

"There is nothing we can do for him."

Aragorn mumbled something under his breath about Valinor and Legolas was willing to bet he was dreaming of Arwen. Lady Galadriel approached and laid her hand on his cheek, displaying one of the three Rings of Power given to the Elven race.

"He is warm."

Legolas nodded.

"If it continues, I'm to send Frodo to fetch the healer."

"Keep a close eye on your companion. If I can be of any assistance, let me know."

Legolas nodded as Lady Galadriel disappeared into the trees. Legolas watched Aragorn for a few more minutes before finally calling Frodo over.

"What is it?"

"Aragorn's sleep has not been peaceful for quite some time. It is being affected by the fever."

"Would you like me to find the healer?"

Legolas nodded.

"Make haste, little one."

He watched as Frodo ran off into the forest.

In case you're wondering meleth-nin means "My Love" in Elvish. Review?