Hi, again guys!!

Glad you liked chapter 1 and thanks to my lovely reviewers. Responses are below.

Rating: PG

Summary: see chap 1

Warning: Angst, sad, you know the drill

Disclaimer: I own everything! HAHAHA! Well… maybe I don't own Legolas, or Aragorn… or Gondor… Maybe I don't own everything.

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Chapter 2: Waiting for the sun

Queen Arwen Undomiel sat in her chamber. A woman of the greatest beauty known to Middle-Earth, her light was now slowly fading. She wore black. A symbol of her grief, for now, her husband was dying.

Aragorn Elesser, the mortal she had wed 120 years ago was fading. He lay upon the bed in front of her, a shadow of the proud and regal man she had fallen in love all those years ago. But with age, comes wisdom, and the king was no exception.

Aragorn's appearance had seriously changed. His hair now was the colour of the moon and stars at night, a reflection of the sun that he held so dear. His skin, rugged and weather beaten from his time in the wilderness, was now decrepit with age. His body was frail, and his pride had withered when his life had too.

Arwen sat faithfully by his side as always, never leaving him. She had not changed in appearance. The only difference now, was the eyes. Those deep blue orbs were vacant and misty and clouded with all the grief that she felt with her husband's death. Her pale hand, slim and milky rested upon his withered veined one while her thumb stroked it gently and absently.

Arwen shifted in her seat as memories came back to her. Memories of the time they had shared together. Memories that soon would be long gone.

The king was asleep. Lost or trapped in a dream world. His only solaces from the ever-growing pain of seeing his bride weep over him. She did well to hide it, but he always saw, and that pain was worse than aches and pains that dotted his ancient body.

The one thought that kept Arwen hopeful, was Legolas. The bond between Aragorn and Legolas was so strong, that nothing could tear them apart. How would Legolas cope with this? Legolas could not grasp death, it was not something that registered properly to prince, and for the first time, Arwen regretted calling for Legolas. His hatred for stone was enough to keep him away, even though he came as often as he could.

Arwen sighed, laid her head down next to her husband and fell into dreams.

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Legolas rode with all speed to Gondor. Aragorn was dying. Legolas did not understand.

The lord of Ithilien was a proud elf, and he would not have been seen weeping in front of his people, but now he did not care. His only company was his horse, and she was not likely to tell anyone was she?

As he rode through the hilly valley of Ithilien, he thought of what he would say to Arwen. What could he possibly say to her to make her feel better. The cruel thing about fate, Legolas decided, was that too many friendships were made to many loves were forged, only to ripped at the seams not too long after. Sometimes he hated Illuvater. Hated him for making him immortal when his friends, all the mortals that meant so much to him, Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin and Aragorn, all of them would die. And he would have to watch.

"Noro lim, Gilraen, noro lim" Legolas urged his horse. She shared the name Gilraen with Aragorn's mother. Legolas had named her so because she reminded him of the grief that young Estel had felt over his mother's death. The mare was so beautiful, so blindingly white, that she reduced anyone who looked upon her to tears. She made a wonderful companion, and for that, Legolas was grateful.

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After a while, Legolas began to see the gates of Minas Tirith ahead. Minas Tirith, the white city, the home of the king and his queen. Legolas knew all too well that as soon as Aragorn died, he would be succeeded by his son, Eldarion. Legolas knew that Eldarion would make a good king; he was truly his father's son.

However, no matter how much adoration and respect Legolas showed him, Eldarion would remain very cold with him. Legolas had tried in vain to inject some warmth into their relationship, but to no avail. Eldarion remained as stubborn as ever.

Legolas knew why Eldarion thought so little of him. It was because of his mother. Arwen was an elf also, but she was mortal, and for some reason, Eldarion thought it selfish and cruel that one should forsake their immortal life, and another would not. Legolas no longer tried to fathom the workings of Eldarion's mind. There were more pressing issues he had to face.

Legolas urged Gilraen on again. There was no time to waste.

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Arwen awoke suddenly from her reverie to find it dark in the room. Night had fallen already and it weighed heavily on her.

Arwen did not like the dark, it reminded her too much of the shadow that threatened to engulf her husband. And her.

She shivered and clutched Aragorn's hand tighter as he moaned softly in his sleep. One thought now ran through her mind.

Legolas, please, don't leave me alone tonight.

A tear slid down her cheek and fell on her hand silently. She turned away from her husband, longing to forget that soon he would be gone from her sight. She looked out of the window at the stars and the moon, waiting for the sun.

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Elvish:

Undomiel- Evenstar

Elessar- elfstone

Noro lim- ride fast/faster

A/N: Do you like it? Please review and tell me what you think, and if you like my work, you can read Hannon Le, my other story. It's a one shot, movie-verse type thing, don't read it if you don't like that type of thing. I don't mind.

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