Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the story, which sucks but I'll live.

Summary: 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 Notes: It has nothing whatsoever to do with the story, but I was wondering if somebody could tell me the year that the war of Helm's Deep took place. I would really appreciate it. Thanx to all the people who reviewed my story.

How Can I Survive

Chapter 4

Aragorn left the conversation he was having with Elladan and Elrohir, because he wasn't really doing much talking anyway. Also he felt like he was making the twins bored. He decided to take a walk around the gardens of Imladris. That was the only place he could find any peace.

He stopped walking when he saw an old dagger laying in beside a bush. The sight brought tears along with a small smile.

~*flashback*~

"I can't believe you can't hit the target, it is so easy" the dunedain jested at the fair being. "Even I hit it, and like you like to say, that doesn't say much." he continued laughing. "Shut up Estel, I'm trying to concentrate." Legolas said as he aimed a small dagger at the target the two friends had decided upon.

He threw the blade and it missed…for the third time. "Again" Aragorn joked. "What did you do to it? Did you tamper with it" the elf demanded. The man put on an innocent looking expression. "I'm hurt. To think that my best friend would say such a thing."

"Estel, what did you do to it?" the prince asked again very acutely. But there was a sparkle in his eyes that showed he wasn't angry, maybe just a little frustrated with the fact that he kept missing.

"Okay Legolas, I didn't do anything to it, I'm serious" he said and it was obvious to the elf that he was being truthful.

Legolas threw his arms up into the air in defeat. "Then the dagger must be cursed" he said in a joking manner. He began to walk to the palace with Aragorn on his heels.

"But I'm not taking any more chances of being embarrassed" the prince teased. He tossed the blade in beside a bush. Aragorn snickered at his friend's actions. The two were in good spirits as they made the way back home.

~*end flashback*~

That was the previous visit to Legolas' last.

Aragorn picked up the dagger and aimed at the 'target'. He was true to his aim for it hit the centre of the tree. Right where Legolas was trying to get. It seemed like everything reminded him of his late friend.

"That was a good shot, you have really good aim" the voice commented. Aragorn turned around but he already knew who it was that spoke to him. "Hello Arwen, and thank you" he replied. The man was wondering how it was that she could always sneak up on him. Legolas could do that to. He shook the thoughts out of his head. He couldn't bear to think of him right now. The Evenstar saw the pain in his eyes.

"Listen I know that you're depressed and rightfully so, but you can't let your depression take over your life." Arwen said and the wisdom was evident in her voice. She looked young. Maybe twenty like Aragorn. But she was much older than that, for elves are immortal.

"I know I know, Legolas wouldn't want me to act like this and I'm being selfish. I've heard this speech before and by many different people. Gosh even Pityon talked to me from out side my door. But I'm sorry I can't help it." the Dunedain finished. By this time the tears were pouring.

"It's okay, nobody is mad at you" she said as she moved closer to Aragorn, who was leaning against a birch tree. He had his head buried in his hands. Her gown dragged the grassy land as she moved.

"Except for me" he said correcting her. His voice was mumbled for his head was still resting in his palms, but Arwen still heard him.

"But why, its not your fault" she asked concerned. "Why do you even care, you don't even know me?" he demanded as he turned his back to her and started to walk on the path that led into the forest. The evenstar ran to catch up with him and began to walk beside him.

She put out her hand and grabbed his forearm halting his movement. "Because I can see your heart and its good" she said answering his question. "How can it be good if I am the reason he is dead?" he asked as he fell to his knees on the sod and grass underneath him.

Arwen also went on her knees, a little more gracefully, to meet his eyes.

"It is not your fault Estel, you can not go on thinking that. I don't care how many times you've heard this but its not your fault. He went out of his own free will. Even if you did know, nothing you could've said would have stopped him. You have to accept it." she said, also hurting emotionally.

"I don't think I can. How can I survive without my best friend. He was my only friend. He befriended me when no one else would save for Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir."

"Then honour his memory, live as he would've wanted. That's why he gave up his life so you could. Don't let his sacrifice be in vain. I know you loved him as a brother, so make him happy." she finished.

"I want him to, I really want him to be happy" Aragorn said still weeping. "I know you do, so you have to try and get on with your life" she said whilst standing up off the ground. Aragorn followed her and stood as well. They both had grass stains on their clothing, but both could care less.

The Dunedain couldn't stop crying, the tears just kept coming. He looked a mess and the evenstar didn't know what else to say to him. So instead she wrapped her arms around him in a caring embrace. He hugged her back while she softly sang an elvish song to calm his hurting heart. Arwen didn't know if it was working but it wouldn't harm him. They stood like this for many minutes letting their emotions go.

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