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Give Legolas to Haldir, Estel.
The words appeared in his brain without passing through his ears. They triggered switches deep within his mind, making it impossible to disobey. Dumbly he turned and handed his precious burden over to the Marchwarden who had followed him up the path.
Come.
Forcing his body to forget it's fatigue Aragorn followed Galadriel and Haldir, his eyes never leaving Legolas. As walked through the realm of Lothlorian, elves stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully to the Lady of Light and the Prince of Mirkwood. Aragorn could here them talking softly as he walked past, and was surprised at how mournful they sounded. 'They morn for Legolas' he realized, 'They believe he will die.' Purposefully blocking out the sound of the elves talking, he walked on.
Aragorn watched as Haldir placed Legolas on a bed, he watched as Galadriel gently poured a clear liquid down his throat. He watch, and said nothing. Afraid to ask.
But when Galadriel turned to look at him, she could see the question written in his eyes.
"I don't know if he will live." the Lady said, speaking directly too him for the first time. "It is so close. If he is to survive he will wake before the sun rises fully tomorrow. If not he will wake after that, but it will not be for long."
Aragorn stared, his wearied mind struggling to process the information. He took a deep breath and asked the hardest question he would ever have to ask.
"But...I'll get to say goodbye?"
"Yes Estel. You will get to say goodbye."
With this Galadriel and Haldir left the room, leaving the two friend's alone.
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Celeborn approached his wife from behind. She was stood in the middle of a clearing and was gazing out at the forest, seeming not to notice his arrival. He stepped up and put his arms around her.
"What troubles you, meleth?" he asked softly.
"I have looked into the mirror." Her voice sounded distant.
"What did you see?"
The Lady turned to face her husband.
"Death. I saw the Prince of Mirkwood die."
Celeborn shook his head.
"He is strong. He may yet live."
"In every possible future, every outcome he died. I do not hold out much hope." Celeborn could hear the tears in his voice. The loss of Legolas would be devastating to all who knew him.
"The mirror has been wrong in the past." he tried to comfort her.
"Then let us hope that this will be the case. Not just for Legolas' sake but for Aragorn's as well. I sense a lifetime of great toil for him. I do not think he will fulfil his destiny without Legolas to support him. I am not sure he will even live that long."
"Do not despair meleth. I believe the Prince still has Hope."
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Left alone, Aragorn slowly approached his friend's bed. Overcome with exhaustion he fell to his knees. The Ranger put one arm on the bed, and rested his head on it. With his other hand he held Legolas', rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb.
Sun rises tomorrow... sunrise...sunrise...
The words floated round Aragorn's head, no matter how hard he tried to get them to stop. He refused to believe that Legolas would die. He had to wake before tomorrow. The other option was too unbearable to even think about. Aragorn found himself wishing that if Legolas was going to die, he wouldn't wake at all. That way he wouldn't have to tell his Friend that he had only a short time to live. He wouldn't have to say goodbye. Aragorn pushed these thoughts out of his head. If Legolas was going to die then he owned it to him to him to tell him how much he loved him, one last time.
Suddenly it all became too much for the Ranger and he began to sob uncontrollably. Letting go of Legolas' hand he moved so he was able to run his fingers' through the Elf's hair.
"Legolas...you can't die. Please, I love you too much... I need you... You promised remember? When Ada told me that I was Isildur's heir. I was so scared and you found me and said it would be alright...that you'd be there with me, no matter what happened... You can't do that if you're dead... I need you Legolas, you're my best friend, my brother...I can't do this without you... you're too good to die."
That night Aragorn, who hadn't shed a tear since he was four, cried himself to sleep, and didn't wake until the sun started to rise.
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Meleth-Beloved.
Estel-Hope
Thanks fro all the reviews for the last chapter :)
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Give Legolas to Haldir, Estel.
The words appeared in his brain without passing through his ears. They triggered switches deep within his mind, making it impossible to disobey. Dumbly he turned and handed his precious burden over to the Marchwarden who had followed him up the path.
Come.
Forcing his body to forget it's fatigue Aragorn followed Galadriel and Haldir, his eyes never leaving Legolas. As walked through the realm of Lothlorian, elves stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully to the Lady of Light and the Prince of Mirkwood. Aragorn could here them talking softly as he walked past, and was surprised at how mournful they sounded. 'They morn for Legolas' he realized, 'They believe he will die.' Purposefully blocking out the sound of the elves talking, he walked on.
Aragorn watched as Haldir placed Legolas on a bed, he watched as Galadriel gently poured a clear liquid down his throat. He watch, and said nothing. Afraid to ask.
But when Galadriel turned to look at him, she could see the question written in his eyes.
"I don't know if he will live." the Lady said, speaking directly too him for the first time. "It is so close. If he is to survive he will wake before the sun rises fully tomorrow. If not he will wake after that, but it will not be for long."
Aragorn stared, his wearied mind struggling to process the information. He took a deep breath and asked the hardest question he would ever have to ask.
"But...I'll get to say goodbye?"
"Yes Estel. You will get to say goodbye."
With this Galadriel and Haldir left the room, leaving the two friend's alone.
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Celeborn approached his wife from behind. She was stood in the middle of a clearing and was gazing out at the forest, seeming not to notice his arrival. He stepped up and put his arms around her.
"What troubles you, meleth?" he asked softly.
"I have looked into the mirror." Her voice sounded distant.
"What did you see?"
The Lady turned to face her husband.
"Death. I saw the Prince of Mirkwood die."
Celeborn shook his head.
"He is strong. He may yet live."
"In every possible future, every outcome he died. I do not hold out much hope." Celeborn could hear the tears in his voice. The loss of Legolas would be devastating to all who knew him.
"The mirror has been wrong in the past." he tried to comfort her.
"Then let us hope that this will be the case. Not just for Legolas' sake but for Aragorn's as well. I sense a lifetime of great toil for him. I do not think he will fulfil his destiny without Legolas to support him. I am not sure he will even live that long."
"Do not despair meleth. I believe the Prince still has Hope."
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Left alone, Aragorn slowly approached his friend's bed. Overcome with exhaustion he fell to his knees. The Ranger put one arm on the bed, and rested his head on it. With his other hand he held Legolas', rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb.
Sun rises tomorrow... sunrise...sunrise...
The words floated round Aragorn's head, no matter how hard he tried to get them to stop. He refused to believe that Legolas would die. He had to wake before tomorrow. The other option was too unbearable to even think about. Aragorn found himself wishing that if Legolas was going to die, he wouldn't wake at all. That way he wouldn't have to tell his Friend that he had only a short time to live. He wouldn't have to say goodbye. Aragorn pushed these thoughts out of his head. If Legolas was going to die then he owned it to him to him to tell him how much he loved him, one last time.
Suddenly it all became too much for the Ranger and he began to sob uncontrollably. Letting go of Legolas' hand he moved so he was able to run his fingers' through the Elf's hair.
"Legolas...you can't die. Please, I love you too much... I need you... You promised remember? When Ada told me that I was Isildur's heir. I was so scared and you found me and said it would be alright...that you'd be there with me, no matter what happened... You can't do that if you're dead... I need you Legolas, you're my best friend, my brother...I can't do this without you... you're too good to die."
That night Aragorn, who hadn't shed a tear since he was four, cried himself to sleep, and didn't wake until the sun started to rise.
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Meleth-Beloved.
Estel-Hope