Relapse

Disclaimer: I am in eighth grade at SMMS. Not a famous (dead) English author. 'nough said

*ducks flying lettuce and watermelons* okay okay I get it! never kill Legolas! sheesh, ya don't have to remind me never to do that again!

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            Arwen walked into the healing ward, her footsteps heavy. She felt weighted down by grief, and was reluctant to go into the place that had been her best friends death place. But her lover was in there as well, and she needed to see him. As she entered the room, her eyes traveled the length of it, searching for a familiar face. The Evenstar found who she was looking for, and she walked over and knelt beside the bed. Taking the human's hand. She whispered softly to him.

            "Estel."

            He turned bloodshot eyes toward her, all the life taken out of them. She smiled through her tears.

            "Hey." Arwen was struggling to put what she wanted to say into words, "Estel, do you remember three months ago, when we…affirmed our love?"

            Aragorn looked confused, but he nodded slowly. Arwen was happy. This would make him live, she was sure of it.

            "Estel, I am bearing your child. I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father." The princess was ecstatic. She was to be a mother. Now all her child needed was a father to look after him and teach him things. The Evenstar told him this. Her lover smiled.

            "Do you remember the name you said you always wanted to name your child?" Aragorn said hoarsely, "We should call him that."

            "How do you know it will be a boy?" she jested.

            "Gut instinct." Aragorn retorted. He turned to face the bed of his elven "brother". His face lost all its joy.

            "His middle name should be Legolas." Sorrow was now the main emotion on his face and tears were streaming down it. Suddenly he jerked.

            "Arwen!" he cried painfully to the terrified elf maiden beside him, before everything faded into oblivion.

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            Thranduil rode into Imladris, sitting proudly on his steed, Cyro and Remnul flanking him. But that was just a façade. Inside he was in turmoil. His youngest son was dying, maybe dead, he didn't know. How could this have happened? And why? Legolas was so innocent and young. No one like him deserved to die.

            When the King of Mirkwood reached the building that Elrond was waiting in front of, he swiftly dismounted, followed immediately by his sons. Two servants came to take the horses away. Lord Elrond said nothing, just beckoned them to follow him. They did so without question. But instead of leading them to where Legolas was, the family was lead to the Lord's private study.  He motioned for them to sit down. Remaining standing, Elrond locked his sad eyes on Thranduil's fearful ones.

            "You're son…he is dead." he said in a choked voice. At this, Thranduil's reserve cracked and his face betrayed his anguish. Remnul and Cyro were no better off. Their baby brother, their little star…was dead. Gone forever. How? Why?  Then Elrond spoke again.

            "It will probably make you feel better to know that my adopted son is blaming himself for this." the elven lord said bitterly, "Even though he is not an elf, I fear he may die of grief. Then we will be even."

            "No." Thranduil croaked, "No, this is a pain I would not wish upon my worst enemy, which you do not count as. I hold no grudge against you. I know you tried."

            "I really did. I searched this entire library three times over, but nothing worked. Please, forgive me." Elrond wasn't used to begging, but his grief was getting the better of him. Thranduil nodded, too emotionally shot to argue. Suddenly the door burst open and Elladan rushed in fear showing on his face.

            "Ada quick! Estel is having a relapse!"

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            Aragorn didn't feel anything. Not pain, not grief, not fear. Nothing. He was floating. The last thing he remembered was staring at Legolas' dead body, wondering how he could go on. And then there was pain. A lot of pain in his chest and the shoulder that was hit by the arrow. It took him here. Wherever here was. White mist surrounded him as far as the eye could see. And then he heard a voice.

            "Estel."

            It came from behind him. But he shouldn't be able to hear that voice, because the owner of the voice had passed. It was impossible. But there it was.

            "Estel look at me." the voice commanded. He had no choice but to obey. When he turned, the human saw the one person he thought he'd never see again.

            "Legolas!" Aragorn cried. He tried to run to the elf and then figured out for the first time that he couldn't move. Legolas saw his struggle and came to him, embracing him. Aragorn hugged him fiercely, afraid to let go in case he lost him again.

            "I thought you were dead, I don't understand." Estel muttered into the prince's shoulder. He felt his friend chuckle and he let go, pushing Legolas to an arms length to look at him properly. Legolas was still laughing softly.

            "I am dead Estel." he said, finally calm. His face took on a serious look.

            "I am here on direct orders from Mandos." Legolas paused, looking his friend in the eyes, "You're dying, Estel. You're almost dead. Elrond can't save you. I am here to welcome you to the Halls."

            Aragorn was floored. He was dying? But what about his son?

            "You found something to live for too late. You had given up because your grief for me was so great. Now not even your son can save you."

            "Then why are you here? Why not wait until I die?"

            "I wanted to welcome you personally."

            "Legolas… I'm sorry. You told me not to give up and I failed you."

            Legolas sighed. "You didn't fail me. You did find something to live for, just a little too late." The prince shrugged. "So, you now come with me."

            A bright light shaft suddenly appeared, shining down on the elf. He stretched out his hand.

            "Take my hand, Estel, and experience eternal peace with me."

            Aragorn hesitated, his mind turning back to Arwen. But his resolve to stay was weakening.

            "Come to me, Estel"

            Estel went.

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            Elrond was in shock. He had arrived in the healing ward with Elladan and Legolas' family on his heels, to fid Arwen sobbing hysterically, and being restrained by Elrohir. His daughter was trying frantically to get to Estel. The lord's eyes turned to hi son. The human was deathly still and as white as the sheets underneath him. Rushing over, the healer checked for a pulse with shaking fingers. There was none, and the skin was rapidly cooling. Aragorn was dead. Turning to the watching elves, he said brokenly,

            "There's nothing I can do. He is dead."

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A/N: this is my longest chapter so far! yay for me! anywho, the review button is such a nice button.