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Aragorn walked into the room on soft feet. His steps haltered when he neared the bed but he forced himself to look at the person lying there. There was his beloved, his wife of 3 years, the Evenstar of her people, Arwen Undomiel. She looked as lovely as the day they had met, yet Aragorn knew that no matter how much he wanted she was never the one he held most dear in this world.

Elves could only love once yet men could love several times. While he looked at her, memorizing every bit of her face and her body, he thoughts strayed to the one he called brother but would love to call something else. Aragorn knew that they would be here shortly for the burial of their queen. He would have to face all of them, yet how long could he pretend that he was never to love again?

Even now with Arwen being dead for not even 2 hours, he could already feel his heart beat with hope as each passing mile between him and his best friend lessened. "Aye, Valar, there must be some higher purpose in thy work, yet did you have to hurt so many people to show me this?" He breathed, closing his eyes and rubbing at them with his free hand.

He opened them when Elrond stepped into the room, the Elven Lord held himself high even as he was overcome by grief for his daughter. "Estel, will you see to your son? He needs you." Aragorn nodded and left the room, knowing Elrond too well that it was just an excuse for wanting to be alone with his daughter, how could he blame him?

Before he could step out of the room, Elrond turned and answered. "Legolas has arrived, I have not told him, he is with your son." Aragorn smiled and nodded before he said. "I do not know what to say, Ada, I just want you to know that I will make sure nobody disturbs you."

Aragorn turned and walked away before Elrond could say one word. So Legolas was back and he was with his son. Aragorn quickly raised his step, overcome by a desire to see his best friend. He broke out into a run and soon flung open the door that led to his son´s bedroom.

Legolas Greenleaf looked up when Aragorn came storming in. The man looked like a corpse, his complection was pale and his hair was tangled, yet his grey eyes were sharp, they focussed on Legolas and it seemed like they were the only two in the world. There was nobody else but them, then the moment was broken when Aragorn´s son cried.

Legolas looked down into the crib, the young human cried, searching for something to hold. "I think he wants to be fed, do you wish to bring him to Arwen?" Legolas asked, focusing back on Aragorn who still stood in the doorway.

Aragorn blinked and shook himself before he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He stopped in front of the crib and answered. "I fear it is not possible. She will not be able to feed him, nor will ever be again." He fell silent.

Legolas looked at him, dreading what was to come then he touched the man´s shoulder. "Aragorn?"

Aragorn looked up, his grey eyes were haunted before he spoke. "From this day on when my son was born, Eldarion, my wife Arwen Undomiel, Evenstar of the Elves, passed from this world. From this day on, Gondor has no queen."

Legolas gasped, hearing it from Aragorn´s lips was different then thinking it. He walked around the crib and touched the man on both shoulders before he asked. "Are you alright?"

"Aye, I have to be, for him and for Gondor. They need me to be strong." Aragorn began to answer but was interupted when Legolas asked. "And who do you need?"

"I need you." Aragorn thought but did not say it, in the end, he muttered. "I need you and Valar only knows who else."

Legolas smiled and pulled him into a brief embrace, far to brief for Aragorn. He could feel tears pricking in his eyes before he wiped them away and asked. "When did you get here?"

"Barely an hour ago."

"You must be tired."

"Nay, The journey was not long. I cannot sleep anyway, you do remember that Elves need far less sleep then human do, especialy when so much has to be done. Ellesar there is one thing I want to say to you?"

"What´s that?"

"That is you need me in any way possible, that I will be here for you." Legolas answered, his blue eyes searching the grey ones of Aragorn. The man swallowed past the lump in his troat and answered. "Aye, Mellon-nin (my friend), I will remember it and I might take you up on that offer in the near future."

Legolas nodded and got up, pulling Aragorn with him. "Come, we shall have to find the little one some food, what did you name him?"

"I do not know, I have not thought of a name for the child."

"Yes, you did, you named him something. I heard you say it, you just don´t remember." Legolas gently reminded his friend.

Then it hit Aragorn and a smile shone of his face. The first smile in the hours since Arwen died. "I named him Eldarion, wasn´t it? That is it, Eldarion, my son." He repeated the name a few times, testing it on his tongue. Legolas smiled before he put a hand on the young father´s shoulder and said. "Let us go, we do not want him to go hungry." And together they left the room with little Eldarion safely tucked away in his father´s arms.

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