Fallen Bride
Chapter 3: Another Friend
Gandalf stayed in Gondor for three days. When he wasn't visiting Aragorn, he was found wandering the streets of Minas Tirith, or standing at the Gates of the City, staring off into the nothingness ahead.
It was on the third day the Gandalf saw something strange. At least, it would have been strange for anyone else. Gandalf just smiled. He had been expecting it.
Far away on the horizon was a small white dot. A solitary rider on a bright white horse. Gandalf turned and headed to the small guest house he had been given. He knew that this rider would want to see Aragorn before anyone else.
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"Noro lîm!" Legolas whispered urgently to his horse, "Noro lîm, Celebrindal." (Translation: Run fast, Celebrindal). Never in his long life had Legolas ever wanted to reach a place so fast.
He entered the city of Minas Tirith, ignorant to the whispers of the people in the streets who stopped what they were doing and stared at the Elf in awe. All Legolas heard was his horse's hooves pounding on the ground and the beating of his heart. He reached the stone palace, and stared up at its dark, foreboding walls. It looked like a prison. A part of the Elf wanted to jump back onto Celebrindal and ride straight back to Mirkwood, but a part of him held him back. He knew he had to stay. He had something very important to do.
Legolas took a deep breath and walked through the large stone doors. "I need to see King Aragorn," he told the guard, "tell him it's urgent!"
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"My Lord..."
"I am not in the mood for visitors right now."
"He says it's urgent."
"Who?"
"An Elf, My Liege. He is tall with blue eyes, and long blonde hair."
Aragorn stood stock still. "Legolas," he whispered.
"Excuse me, My Lord?"
"Never mind. Send him in."
The guard walked away, and soon came back with Legolas following behind him.
"Leave us," Aragorn ordered. The guard bowed low and left the room.
"It has been a very long time, Aragorn. Too long in my opinion." Legolas said quietly, "When I heard about the Lady Arwen, I came as fast as I could. I'm very sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Legolas. There was nothing you could have done." Aragorn replied.
Legolas took a deep breath. He had come here for a purpose, and now was the time to fulfill it. "Aragorn," he started, "I think it's time to tell you something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time."
"What is it, Legolas? You know you can tell me anything."
"Aragorn, I love-" Legolas was cut short by a movement in the corner of his eye. Aragorn saw it too. The two friends turned towards the motion. Arwen was twitching.
The twitching soon turned into violent convulsions. Arwen's body was jerking and flailing all about.
"Quick, Legolas!" Aragorn shouted, "Get the healer!"
Legolas ran down the hallway, all the while thinking: You! Aragorn, I love you! He quickly found the healer and took him to Arwen's room.
When they got there, Aragorn was standing over the body of his wife. He quickly gave the healer room to work when he heard them entering the room. "She stopped moving a few seconds ago," he explained, looking hopefully at the healer.
Aragorn's face fell when he saw the grave expression the head healer gave him. The healer shook his head, "I'm sorry, My Lord, she's dead."
Aragorn's eyes filled with tears. "Leave me," he said, his voice creaking. He turned his back to them, facing Arwen, softly caressing her cheek.
The healer quickly turned and hurried out of the room, but Legolas approached his friend and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"She's gone," Aragorn whispered, slowly letting the fact sink in, "I loved her so much, and now she's gone."
Legolas too, was fighting back tears. He couldn't tell Aragorn how he felt about him when his wife had just died. "At least she knew you loved her; and she loved you too."
"Yes," Aragorn nodded after a long time, "In fact, that was the last thing she said to me before she... before she fell unconcious. I- I miss her so much!" Aragorn turned around so he was facing Legolas and wept openly on his friend's shoulder.
Chapter 3: Another Friend
Gandalf stayed in Gondor for three days. When he wasn't visiting Aragorn, he was found wandering the streets of Minas Tirith, or standing at the Gates of the City, staring off into the nothingness ahead.
It was on the third day the Gandalf saw something strange. At least, it would have been strange for anyone else. Gandalf just smiled. He had been expecting it.
Far away on the horizon was a small white dot. A solitary rider on a bright white horse. Gandalf turned and headed to the small guest house he had been given. He knew that this rider would want to see Aragorn before anyone else.
~~~~~~~
"Noro lîm!" Legolas whispered urgently to his horse, "Noro lîm, Celebrindal." (Translation: Run fast, Celebrindal). Never in his long life had Legolas ever wanted to reach a place so fast.
He entered the city of Minas Tirith, ignorant to the whispers of the people in the streets who stopped what they were doing and stared at the Elf in awe. All Legolas heard was his horse's hooves pounding on the ground and the beating of his heart. He reached the stone palace, and stared up at its dark, foreboding walls. It looked like a prison. A part of the Elf wanted to jump back onto Celebrindal and ride straight back to Mirkwood, but a part of him held him back. He knew he had to stay. He had something very important to do.
Legolas took a deep breath and walked through the large stone doors. "I need to see King Aragorn," he told the guard, "tell him it's urgent!"
~~~~~~~
"My Lord..."
"I am not in the mood for visitors right now."
"He says it's urgent."
"Who?"
"An Elf, My Liege. He is tall with blue eyes, and long blonde hair."
Aragorn stood stock still. "Legolas," he whispered.
"Excuse me, My Lord?"
"Never mind. Send him in."
The guard walked away, and soon came back with Legolas following behind him.
"Leave us," Aragorn ordered. The guard bowed low and left the room.
"It has been a very long time, Aragorn. Too long in my opinion." Legolas said quietly, "When I heard about the Lady Arwen, I came as fast as I could. I'm very sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Legolas. There was nothing you could have done." Aragorn replied.
Legolas took a deep breath. He had come here for a purpose, and now was the time to fulfill it. "Aragorn," he started, "I think it's time to tell you something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time."
"What is it, Legolas? You know you can tell me anything."
"Aragorn, I love-" Legolas was cut short by a movement in the corner of his eye. Aragorn saw it too. The two friends turned towards the motion. Arwen was twitching.
The twitching soon turned into violent convulsions. Arwen's body was jerking and flailing all about.
"Quick, Legolas!" Aragorn shouted, "Get the healer!"
Legolas ran down the hallway, all the while thinking: You! Aragorn, I love you! He quickly found the healer and took him to Arwen's room.
When they got there, Aragorn was standing over the body of his wife. He quickly gave the healer room to work when he heard them entering the room. "She stopped moving a few seconds ago," he explained, looking hopefully at the healer.
Aragorn's face fell when he saw the grave expression the head healer gave him. The healer shook his head, "I'm sorry, My Lord, she's dead."
Aragorn's eyes filled with tears. "Leave me," he said, his voice creaking. He turned his back to them, facing Arwen, softly caressing her cheek.
The healer quickly turned and hurried out of the room, but Legolas approached his friend and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"She's gone," Aragorn whispered, slowly letting the fact sink in, "I loved her so much, and now she's gone."
Legolas too, was fighting back tears. He couldn't tell Aragorn how he felt about him when his wife had just died. "At least she knew you loved her; and she loved you too."
"Yes," Aragorn nodded after a long time, "In fact, that was the last thing she said to me before she... before she fell unconcious. I- I miss her so much!" Aragorn turned around so he was facing Legolas and wept openly on his friend's shoulder.