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A Noble Sacrifice
Prologue
"Do you think I don't know what he sacrificed for me?" Faramir shouted angrily, finally releasing all of the grief in a rant that he could not hold in any longer.
Aragorn just let him yell, and when Faramir started beating him with his fists, he did nothing to stop him. Eventually, the an brake down into sobs.
"Why did he do that? He could have just left me and joined the others in the retreat; spared himself the pain of that kind of death. I was not worth that kind of sacrifice," he cried brokenly, his voice no longer angry, but confused. He admitted that he he'd done many good things in his time, but it could not even come close to the seemingly perfect prince of elves.
"It was Legolas's decision, Faramir. You are his friend, and that, to him, makes you more important than the greatest of the elven lords. I accepted that fact a long time ago and you're going to have to do the same."
"How am I supposed to run Ithilien without him? he's the one that makes all of the plans and knows exactly what we have to do," Faramir sobbed. "How will I tell his people that their last link to this land and their leader is dead when he is supposed to be the one to lead them from this land when their time comes?"
"To that, my friend I have no answer other than to tell them the truth. They will understand. for you forget the wisdom of their kind," Aragorn said truthfully. He understood Faramir's anger and fear, for they also rested in his heart.
'Oh, Legolas, why did you have to go? We need your guidance mellon, now more than ever.' His thoughts slipped back to that fateful day that seemed ages ago.
Oooh! What exactly happened to our Leggy that was so horrible? What part did Faramir play in it? How does Aragorn factor into all of this? Why am I asking you when I know all of the answers?
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Peace,
Hobbit Killer
