Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story…sob sob.
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*~ I am truly sorry that it has taken me so long to update. But I do have a defence for myself. First of all, last week I went to Ottawa and I only got back two days ago and then when I got back Fanfiction.net wasn't working properly so I couldn't upload anything. And then this morning, I got confirmed so this is the first chance I have gotten to write. I would like to thank all my reviewers who are reviewing. I didn't think that the last chapter that I wrote was at best quality, it was one of my worst chapters. But do not fret, I will try to make this chappie up to par! Hope you like it…
How Can I Survive
Chapter 32
"What do you mean you're not sure? How can you not be sure? You're supposed to be the best healer in all of Arda, and you don't know whether he will live or he will die!" Arwen screamed at her father. Tears were welling up in her grey eyes but she was trying her hardest to keep them from spilling.
"Arwen…" Nessime cooed softly.
"Do not attempt to calm me down right now! First he goes in to a coma and now he's going to die." "It is not for sure that he will pass" Elrohir said, trying to bring some order to this predicament. "What are the chances that he won't?" the evenstar asked. At this question, the younger twin turned away. "Low" Elrond answered. He knew that his son hated to be the bearer of bad news, as did he but he had to be the stronger one.
"Low as in 1 in a 100?"
"Low as in 1 in 10 000" the peredhil forced himself to tell his daughter the truth.
Arwen dropped to the marble ground at the foot of her beloved's bed. She sprawled her body on the floor face down and rested her head in her arms. She started to weep heavily and she began to shake. Nobody could see the tears that flowed from her eyes but they could hear her muffled moans and whimpers.
Elladan knelt beside his sister and rubbed her back with his hand. "It will be alright" he said to her. He could feel her trembling underneath his touch and it slightly frightened him. He, like the rest of Middle Earth's people, knew that one of the few ways that elves could die was from a broken heart. If Aragorn did in fact die, he would probably lose his sister as well.
"Nessime, I don't mean to sound rude but I think it would be best it Arwen was just with her family right now" Elrond said, hoping that he didn't offend his guest. "Of course, I understand completely" she replied as she left the room. She was feeling a whole lot better so there was no worries that something would befall her.
"Everything will be fine" Elladan spoke to his sibling.
"How can you possibly say that?" Arwen questioned as she abruptly sat up. "Look at him. He is not fine and now I'm going to lose him. It wasn't meant to turn out this way. We were supposed to be happy together but something always rips up apart. This is all your fault" she declared as she turned eyes of ice upon her father.
"You just let him leave when he took off and you didn't try to stop him. And then when he returned, you just conveniently didn't try to look at him. Now, when his life depends on it, you can't heal him. You're doing everything you possibly can to keep us away from each other even if it means death" she shouted.
"That is enough. He is not to blame" Elrohir relented causing Arwen's attention to be set upon him.
"Just stay out of this. Can't you ever mind your own business?" she yelled. "You stop it right now" he hissed. "I know you're hurting, but we are not to blame, we have done everything we can. It is not Adar's fault. Estel means a lot to us as well, so we are suffering too" he said more gently.
Arwen covered her fair face with her slender hands and shook her head. "I am so sorry" she managed to say in between gasps. "I don't know why I lashed out at you." "It is okay my daughter, I know you did not mean it. Sadness is a cause for many wrong things" he responded as he pulled the evenstar into a loving embrace.
The next few weeks passed without much change. Aragorn wasn't doing much better and Arwen was spending all her time in the houses of healing at his bedside.
She hadn't gotten any sleep and it was obvious to her family and friends and even to anybody who looked at her that she needed it and she needed it badly. She was drained physically, mentally and emotionally.
"Please come back to me" she cried as she held his hand. "Do not leave me, I love you with every fibre of my being. All my heart and soul. I can not lose you" she said. "I do not know what I would do without you in my life."
She sat back in the velvet chair that she had made her bed. She was endeavouring to hold on to consciousness for longer. The last thing she wanted was to drift off into a slumber. Unfortunately, she couldn't fight off tiredness anymore. She was so exhausted that when she fell asleep, her eyes closed. She finally gave into her fatigue.
Because of this, she wasn't awake when Aragorn finally come round. He ran his hand through his hair but when he made quick movements he felt a shooting pain up his back and in his stomach. Although it felt better than it did before. But the dunadan had no clue how long he had been asleep.
He looked beside him and there he saw Undomiel. He was unaware as to why she was there for the last thing he remembered was her punching him in the face. He got worried though, when he saw her eyes shut. He grew up with elves and he knew that they slept with their eyes open wide.
"Arwen…Arwen" he shouted as he leaned over and touched her shoulder. She swiftly came out of her deep doze. She was confused as to why someone would need to wake her up so hurriedly but then her vision cleared and she saw who it was.
"Oh Iluvitar, you're awake" she yelled happily as she jumped out of her seat. She wrapped her arms around his neck but hastily removed them when she heard him grunt in pain. "I'm sorry" she said when she released him. "It's okay" he replied, still bewildered as to why she seemed so gleeful.
She ran her hand down his cheek and smiled at him. Her face was full of joy at the sight of him talking. "I have been waiting a long time for you" she told him. "How long have I been asleep?" he asked. "Actually, you've been in a coma for about a month" she informed the man. An expression of shock covered his face and it caused Arwen to giggle.
"It's true" she declared. "Listen Estel, I apologize for my words to you a month ago. I was wrong in not believing you for you were being truthful."
"No need, no need" he said shaking off her apology. "I know what it must have looked like. It's okay" he responded. "Thank you" she replied as she placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
All of a sudden, the door flew open and in ran Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Nessime and Glorfindel. They all rushed to the bedside, wondering what happened because they had heard Arwen's cry.
All of their mouths dropped when they saw Aragorn up. "You're…you're…" Elrohir mumbled, to surprised to form a proper sentence. Seeing the normally relaxed elf stumbling upon simple words made Estel laugh heartily. "Glad to see me?"
What do you think? I hope this chapter was better than the last one. Let me know what you think!
~*Judy Greenleaf*~
