What Now?
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Aragorn kneels on Kaywin's torso as he holds a knife to his throat. Aragorn is looking into the other man's eyes. "Go ahead, kill me", the man underneath says in a firm voice, but Aragorn can see the fear in his eyes.
Aragorn grips the knife tighter and his knuckles turn white. He is breathing deeply through his nose and sweat drips from his forehead as he tries to decide what to do with the other man. He wants to kill the man so much for killing the man he loved, but he also reasons that killing him will not bring back Legolas.
Finally having decided what to do, Aragorn closes his eyes for a second to contemplate his decision. He is going to let the other man go; he was not going to stoop down to his level just for revenge. He gets up and grabs Kaywin by the collar. He roughly pulls him up from the ground.
"Go on, get out of here", Aragorn says as he shoves the other man back. Kaywin stumbles on his own feet, and falls to the ground. He sits there, stunned for a while.
Aragorn turns to Adrowin, now sitting on the ground, still trying to catch his breath. His knees are hugged tightly to his chest, staring at the ground.
"Are you alright", Aragorn asks the young man. He nods, but does not look up right away. After a while he does finally look up at Aragorn, tears now forming in his young eyes. The young man's brown eyes meet the older man's gray eyes. There is a sense of understanding between the both of them.
Then, Adrowin glances behind Aragorn and notices his father sneaking up behind the man. He has a small dagger raised, which he had hidden in one of his boots, to strike Aragorn in the back.
"Look out behind you!" Aragorn turns around to see Kaywin only a foot away with a tiny dagger pointed at him. As Kaywin lowers the dagger to stab him, Aragorn grabs the other man's wrist and tries to hold it back as best he can. Kaywin, meanwhile, tries with all his effort to plunge his dagger into Aragorn's chest.
Finally, out of desperation, Kaywin kicks Aragorn's injured ankle. Aragorn lets of a holler of pain. He punches Kaywin in the jaw, knocking him out cold. He lays in the dirt, spread-eagle. Aragorn limps over to where Adrowin is sitting on the ground and carefully sits down next to him, extending his tender ankle. He sighs as he eases down.
"Some day, huh?" they both laugh at Aragron's comment, though they are not sure why, it felt good. At that moment Helena walks out of the house. Her cheek is red where Kaywin struck her and a bruise will surely form soon. She walks over to where the others are and kneels by them.
"So, what are we going to do now?" "That is a very good question", Aragorn thinks to himself.
TBC…
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