Disclaimer: Do I really even need to write this I mean come on first
chappie.
Authors note: Wow! For once I really do not have anything to babble on
about. In this chapter we are no longer with Legolas -sighs sadly- but we
are with Aragorn -face brightens- I just wanted you guys to know to make
sure no one got confused. Now time for the story:
Chapter 4 Don't lose hope
Gandalf stirred in his seat trying to get comfortable, but it was in vain. Gandalf sighed and looked at his friend. He was still saying Legolas's name, calling out to him like a small child who was frightened. Aragorn seemed to grow worse each hour. Gandalf was losing hope, for the other day a rider had rode in and reported that the boats from the undying lands had stopped coming. Of course Gandalf had known that this would eventually happen but he had hoped that Legolas would get there before they stopped coming. He sighed in frustration. What aggravated him the most was the fact that he could not put a name to the sickness. One minute Aragorn was burning hot, the other he was ice cold, at times he would eat, other times he threw it all up. Gandalf looked at his friend in despair. A floorboard creaked and Gandalf turned to see Foramir walking into the room. He walked over to Aragorn and placed a hand on his forehead. He frowned slightly; his friend still had a bad fever. He looked at Gandalf, his frown deepening when he saw the look of despair on his face. "What is wrong my friend?" He asked sitting in a chair next to Aragorn. "He will die. The ships have stopped coming and Legolas has not come yet. And I cannot put a name on this illness." Gandalf said shuffling in his chair once again. Foramir sighed his eyes sad. "Do not lose hope Gandalf, for only when you lose hope is it truly over. Have you so little faith in Legolas? Legolas will not leave Aragorn for dead, you and I both know that as well as any other." Foramir said. It was silent, the only thing that could be heard was Aragorn muttering Legolas's name. "As for the name of the illness. Is it not obvious? Grief is a strong thing when it comes to mortals." Foramir said looking at Aragorn. He turned to look at Gandalf. "He cannot die Gandalf, no other can be a better king. He is hope, we cannot live without him, and if he dies Gondor will fall. But it seems he lost all hope, all want to live, when his bestfriend left." Foramir said not looking away from Gandalf's intense gaze. "Do not lose faith in Legolas, he will not let us down, he never has and he never will." Foramir said. He stood and walked to the doorway. He made as if to leave but when he reached the doorway he turned to look at the wizard. "Do not lose hope. For if Aragorn and Legolas knew you gave up on them they would be very mad with you. Do you really wish the wrath of a man and an elf?" Foramir asked. Gandalf laughed and Foramir left the room, leaving the wizard to his own thoughts.
Chapter 4 Don't lose hope
Gandalf stirred in his seat trying to get comfortable, but it was in vain. Gandalf sighed and looked at his friend. He was still saying Legolas's name, calling out to him like a small child who was frightened. Aragorn seemed to grow worse each hour. Gandalf was losing hope, for the other day a rider had rode in and reported that the boats from the undying lands had stopped coming. Of course Gandalf had known that this would eventually happen but he had hoped that Legolas would get there before they stopped coming. He sighed in frustration. What aggravated him the most was the fact that he could not put a name to the sickness. One minute Aragorn was burning hot, the other he was ice cold, at times he would eat, other times he threw it all up. Gandalf looked at his friend in despair. A floorboard creaked and Gandalf turned to see Foramir walking into the room. He walked over to Aragorn and placed a hand on his forehead. He frowned slightly; his friend still had a bad fever. He looked at Gandalf, his frown deepening when he saw the look of despair on his face. "What is wrong my friend?" He asked sitting in a chair next to Aragorn. "He will die. The ships have stopped coming and Legolas has not come yet. And I cannot put a name on this illness." Gandalf said shuffling in his chair once again. Foramir sighed his eyes sad. "Do not lose hope Gandalf, for only when you lose hope is it truly over. Have you so little faith in Legolas? Legolas will not leave Aragorn for dead, you and I both know that as well as any other." Foramir said. It was silent, the only thing that could be heard was Aragorn muttering Legolas's name. "As for the name of the illness. Is it not obvious? Grief is a strong thing when it comes to mortals." Foramir said looking at Aragorn. He turned to look at Gandalf. "He cannot die Gandalf, no other can be a better king. He is hope, we cannot live without him, and if he dies Gondor will fall. But it seems he lost all hope, all want to live, when his bestfriend left." Foramir said not looking away from Gandalf's intense gaze. "Do not lose faith in Legolas, he will not let us down, he never has and he never will." Foramir said. He stood and walked to the doorway. He made as if to leave but when he reached the doorway he turned to look at the wizard. "Do not lose hope. For if Aragorn and Legolas knew you gave up on them they would be very mad with you. Do you really wish the wrath of a man and an elf?" Foramir asked. Gandalf laughed and Foramir left the room, leaving the wizard to his own thoughts.
