Alone, Or Maybe Not
Disclaimer: Tolkein owns all of this, except Helena, Adrowin, and Kaywin; I made them myself.
Aragorn sat on his bed in a long nightshirt, thinking about Legolas and the day he had died. It has now been almost three days since it happened, but his friend's face at that exact moment when he knew he die is now etched in his mind forever.
Everyone had gone to sleep hours ago, but not Aragorn. He could not sleep, wondering if he could have done something and maybe his friend will still be alive today. He sigh a wipes away some fallen tears. He looks up and sees Adrowin standing in the doorway.
"What is it you want", Aragorn asks. The boy looks down at the floor for a moment then looks back up at Aragorn. "Uh, I was wondering if I could speak with you." Aragorn cocks his head to the side a little, "what about?" Aragorn shifts so he is sitting on the edge of the bed. "Well", Asrowin begins, "will you tell me about your life, I mean before we found you." Aragorn pats on the bed for the young boy to sit next to him, Adrowin jumps up onto the bed and looks up at Aragorn.
"Well", Aragorn begins, "I live in Rivendell…"
"You live in Rivendell?" Aragorn nods. "You mean you live with Elves?" Aragorn nods again. "What are they like?"
Aragorn thinks hard to answer this question. "They are beautiful. Graceful. Ageless." Aragorn's brow creases, "yet sad and mournful."
"Do you have any family back in Rivendell?" Aragorn thinks fondly back to his home, and his family. "Yes, a father and two twin brothers." Then Aragorn thinks of Arwen. "And Arwen." "Who is Arwen", the boy asks. "She is my wife", Aragorn answers. Then he remembers Legolas. Fresh tears fall from his eyes.
"Why do you cry?" Aragorn looks down at the young boy, really almost a man now, and tries to keep his emotions intact. "Before you said you lost someone you loved", Adrowin nods, "I too have lost a loved one."
Aragorn closed his eyes as if trying to remember Legolas's face, but he would not need to for his face was forever etched in Aragorn's mind. "His name as Legolas, he was an Elf." "At first we hated each other", Aragorn laughs. "But then I fell in love with him. For the sake of our newfound friendship I told him nothing of it. Then I met Arwen we vowed to spend our lives together forever. Do not get me wrong I love Arwen very much, but there was that feeling I had for Legolas. I never thought he would ever feel the same about me."
"Then", Aragorn continues, " we were sent on a mission to protect the boarders of Rivendell from an army of orcs." Aragorn looks down at the floor and rubs his sore eyes. "It was then that I was to tell him my feelings about him." "What happened", inquires Adrowin. Aragorn heaves a sigh, "he was killed, by an archer. As he died he had told me that he had always loved me. He died before I had a chance to tell him I loved him too."
Adrowin looks sadly at Aragorn, "when my mother died I was only two. Father says it was Elves who did it. He said that a group of Elfish hunters were tracking down a group of thief. They had tracked him near our old house. Back when I was young my family lived in a nearby village. My mother was out picking berries for us to eat later that day, then the thief and the group of Elves following them showed up. One of the thieves put my mother in front of him as a shield. One of the Elves shot anyway, killing my mother and the thief. My father moved us away, he says it is to protect me."
The two just sit there for a while, and then Adrowin decides to go back to bed. Aragorn lies down on the bed, all the while thinking of Legolas.
TBC…
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