Delirium
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/// "Aragorn", the voiced calls. There is a thick fog and Aragorn cannot see, but a few feet in front of him. He tries to pin point the source form where it comes from, but it seems to come from all around him. Then, in front of his very eyes the fog parts and out walks Legolas. He was shrouded in a white robe and seems to be glowing. He smiles at Aragorn and almost glides towards him. Legolas stops just a few paces away from him. They look into each other's eyes. They do not say a word for a while; they just stare at each other.
Then Legolas circles around the Human, almost examining him. Once he reaches the front of Aragorn again he places a hand on his shoulder. Aragorn lowers he head, not wanting to look into the other one's eyes. Legolas uses his other hand to cup Aragorn's chin. He lifts his face up so that the Human was looking into his eyes. A single teardrop rolls down his cheek. Legolas wipes it away with his thumb. He leans in close to his ear. Aragorn can feel the Elf's soft lips brush against his ear as he begins to speak. "I will always be with you." ///
Aragorn wakes up from his sleep, at first not remembering what had happened. It is now night and the only source of light is the low hanging full moon. He looks down at the lifeless body in his lap. Hoping this was all just a joke and Legolas will wake any second and they will have a good laugh about it later, but this was real. Legolas was dead.
Aragorn sets the Elf's head carefully on the grass and walks a couple paces away. He kneels down at begins the claw at the dirt with his hands. Once he has a fairly good-sized hole he strides over to the body and picks it up. He sets it down in the hole and buries it. He finds a large stone nearby and chisels the name "Legolas" it to it. He sets it at the head of the "grave". Aragorn recites an Evish prayer.
Aragorn, now in a state of delirium walks through a forested area. He does not know where he is nor even the direction he is heading towards. It has been almost four hours since he buried Legolas and had decided to take a walk to clear his mind.
He increases his speed as he goes. Faster and faster he goes, until he is at a dead sprint. He does not now where he is heading and his feet are burning with exhaustion. He stumbles over a tree root, but does not fall. He tried to get away from the voices in his head. "I love you", Legolas's voice echos in his mind.
Sweat pouring from his face, Aragron pants as stress and exhaustion begins to take over his body. He stumbles on a pebble and careens down a steep hill. Too tired to stop his tumble, Aragorn rolls down the slope. He lets out a yelp as he wenches his ankle on his way down.
He lands with a sickening thud on his stomach, a good twenty feet below. He lays there, too tired to move. "This is the end", Aragorn thinks to himself, "I will see you soon, my love".
His last conscious thing Aragorn remembers is strong hands picking him up, before he black out from the pain and exhaustion.
TBC…
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