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AN: Thanks for all those who are reading this and reviewing my story! I know the last chapter was a tad bit sad and depressing, but this one might not be much better. I do guarantee that it will get better. I believe that this story is coming to its end in the near future, I just don't know when exactly. Well, here is my next chapter.

Legolas gently lifted his friend's unconscious body into his arms and carefully carried him into his own bedroom. As he was laying Aragorn onto his bed, Glorfindel came into the room.

"I have heard what happened from Elladan and Elrohir. They are still sitting with El…their father, trying to grasp the full extent of their loss." Glorfindel could barely utter his friend's name for the word caused a deep pain in his heart. "I will help you take care of Aragorn's injuries for Elrohir mentioned that his shoulder was bloody."

Legolas had a touch of guilt in his eyes when Glorfindel mentioned the injury that he caused. He nodded soundlessly, and helped Glorfindel to strip away Aragorn's shirt so as to get a better look at the wound.

"This wound is quite deep and bleeding a great deal, but it should be not very hard to deal with. How did he come by this?" Glorfindel asked abandoning the thought that Elrond would never be there again to heal his son.

"I…I did it. Sarkáhn had me under his control. He was aiming for Estel's heart, but because of Elrond, "Legolas choked on these words but gathered himself and continued, "I was able to divert the direction of the dagger."

"I see." Glorfindel stitched the wound in silence. Aragorn gave little resistance to the pain of the stitches. As soon as Glorfindel finished, he turned to Legolas and asked him if he was going to stay with Aragorn. When Legolas nodded, Glorfindel put his hand on his shoulder and stood up.

"I am going to go see what I can do for Elladan and Elrohir. Maybe I can get them to get some sleep, hardly likely. Then I am going to have to decide what to tell all of Imladris, and what to do with Vilya." Glorfindel's tone sounded exceedingly sad. He also seemed to be forcing himself to think of work to keep his mind off of Elrond.

"I pray that Aragorn stays asleep a little while longer, for it is probably the only peace he will have before he awakens and remembers what has happened." Glorfindel quietly left the room, leaving Legolas and a sleeping Aragorn behind.

Aragorn was lost in a nightmare. He watched helplessly as his father was killed. He relived the moment when his father jumped in front of the dagger to save him. Blood was everywhere. He had blood on his hands. His father choked out words to him. Tears slid down Aragorn's face.

Legolaslooked worried. Aragorn had been tossing and turning violently, threatening to tear out his stitches. He went over and held his friend down, while tears cascaded down Aragorn's face.

"Awaken, mellon nin. Peace, Estel. I am with you."

Aragorn seemed to come to awareness. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Legolas' worried eyes. He felt himself pinned down to his bed as well. He looked around and finally all the memories of the past few hours came flooding back.

"Legolas, my father….?" Aragorn asked hoping the answer was not as he expected.

"I am sorry, Estel. He is…dead." Legolas' voice quivered as he watched the hope in Aragorn's eyes shatter. The spark seemed to be gone, leaving nothing but emptiness.

"It cannot be." Aragorn could not quite grasp what he had been told. He refused to believe it, although in his heart he knew that it was true. He felt numb. He did not feel grief, or sorrow, or anger….just nothing. He could not feel.

"I am sorry, my friend." Legolas was afraid. He expected Aragorn to be grief-stricken or even furious. But his friend was neither. Aragorn did not even react. Legolas knew that Aragorn had not quite come to terms with what happened, but he should have at least realized that his father was truly dead.

"Estel…"

"Don't call me that." Aragorn's voice was cold and empty. "Ada used to call me that."

"I apologize, Es…Aragorn. Do you want to see him?" Legolas asked uncertainly.

"I cannot…face him. I killed him. I killed him! It's all my fault!" Aragorn's voice trembled, as rage seemed to race through his veins. Legolas was happy that Aragorn's emotions seemed to be returning. He was ready to comfort his friend if need came.

"It is not your fault, Aragorn. You did NOT kill him. Sarkáhn did. He sacrificed his life to save yours because he loved you with all his heart and believed that you were worth more. Do not disgrace his sacrifice by blaming yourself. He loved you."

"You are wrong. I am not worth more than him. He is an immortal. He should never have had to die." Aragorn's fury seemed to dissipate as grief overcame him. Legolas' words began to sink in. "I should…have saved him. It should have…been me. I love him. I miss my ada." Aragorn had broken into heart wrenching sobs, as buried his face into Legolas' shoulder. His body shook as he muttered phrases like, 'why him?' and 'should be me.'

Legolas held his friend tightly as he allowed the grief to come. After a few minutes, he began to cry as well. He missed Elrond very much. He was like a second father to him, and when he thought that he would never see him again or come to Rivendell to be healed by him, tears began to cloud his vision.

The two friends sat holding onto each other as if letting go would separate them forever. They both cried until no more tears would come. Both suffered a great loss, and they both tried to help each other cope. After about a half hour they pulled apart.

"Thank you, mellon nin," Aragorn said quietly. He was still extremely sad, but he felt a little better. He knew it would be awhile before he was fully over the whole ordeal. He also knew that there would always be an ache in his heart, and he realized that the ache was on of a broken heart trying to mend.

"I thank you as well."

"What do we do now?" Aragorn asked aloud, not particularly to Legolas.

"We should go see how your brothers are faring," Legolas suggested.

"No, I cannot face them right now. I cannot look at the grief in their faces and the tears in their eyes. After all, they knew him far longer than I did."

"Do not make your sorrow seem less important. You deserve to grieve as well."

"I know, Legolas, I know. I just want everything to go back to the way things were."

The two friends sat in silence until they noticed that someone else was in the room as well. They looked up to find Mistad.

AN: Dun, dun, dun….I know, a cliffhanger. What a surprise! Please review!