Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the story. It's a very sad thing :
Summary: *sequel to Consequences* After the death of his friend, Aragorn falls into depression and there may only be one person who can draw him out of it.
Author's Note: I originally called this story Life After Death, but I changed it. Can you guyz please tell me which title you like better? Thanks!
How Can I Survive
Chapter 2
The next couple of days passed without change. Aragorn still wouldn't talk to anybody. However Elrond and the twins were very busy. They were setting up Arwen's quarters and sending out riders to Mirkwood to invite Thranduil to the feast they were having in Arwen's honour. They hoped he would come, they hadn't seen him since the funeral.
Elladan was getting angrier and angrier with his younger brother's attitude. Aragorn needed to get on with his life. For his sake and for the sake of his family. Seeing him like this hurt them a lot. But this had gone too far. And he had, had enough.
The elf knocked on the door and there was no answer. But Elladan wasn't giving up this easily this time. He was expecting this so he came prepared. He took out the little knife he brought with him. Elladan then slid the tiny blade through the lock and voila, it opened.
Aragorn was laying on his bed holding a pillow to his chest. He was wearing an old black tunic and leggings.
He was not expecting the elf to do that so he had a shocked look painted on his face. "Get out now" he yelled. Elladan just smiled and walked over to his brother. "I mean it leave now" the man said again. His brother would not listen.
"Listen Estel" he started as he sat down at the bottom of the bed "we all miss him, but moping isn't going to bring him back." Aragorn threw the pillow off of him onto the floor and stood up. His move caused the elf to stand as well.
"Estel you must understand, Legolas wouldn't want you to act like this." "You don't know what I fell like right now, and you don't care" the Dunedin spat. "You don't think I care, huh. Well let me tell you something Aragorn, the only one who doesn't care right now is you. Do you know what you are doing to father, Elrohir and I? Your killing us. Your being selfish Estel, Legolas' death affected us all."
Elladan finished and when he did he saw his brother's eyes get teary. "I am not being selfish. He was my best friend, my only friend. Nobody else would accept me. You don't know what its like to lose someone that close" he shouted instantly regretting his harsh words. He knew his brothers had lost their mother.
"You think I don't know what its like. I know what its like. You seem to have conveniently forgotten that my mother died. I know what its like and don't you forget that. Legolas was also my friend and I know for a fact that acting like this makes him sad. He wouldn't want this. So yes you are being selfish, so why don't you get up clean yourself up and get on with your life like he would have wanted." With that Elladan left the room and left Aragorn to think.
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"We are almost there" Celeborn said to his granddaughter. They had been riding for over a week now and he knew Arwen was getting tired of travelling. "I know milord" she replied. She was really excited to be able to see her father and brothers again.
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Elladan's words left a mark on the young man. Deep inside he knew his brother was right. But it was hard for it to sink into his mind. He decided it was time to take Elladan's advice. It had been three days since the elf talked to him and he knew it was time to leave his bedroom. He hadn't left that room since the funeral and that was over a month ago. So he changed and went downstairs.
Down there in the sitting room Aragorn saw his father and his brothers talking to three others. He knew not who they were. He was about to go back upstairs but he didn't go unnoticed.
"Estel" Elrohir said happily when he saw his younger brother. "I'm glad to see your up, come down here" he continued. Aragorn was reluctant but he obeyed.
"Estel you have met Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. This is Lady Arwen, my daughter. This is Estel, the young man who I adopted as my own" Elrond introduced. "it's a pleasure" he managed to say. "Yes it is. I've heard a lot about you" Arwen replied.
"The guests for the feast should arrive very soon" Elrond stated. He had held it back long enough anymore, he didn't care if it wasn't proper. The lord of Imladris scooped his daughter up in a loving embrace. His sons followed after him doing the same thing. Aragorn was waiting in the corner. He still couldn't be happy. He could leave his room but he couldn't be happy.
