"My lord!" The young healer tugged on the King's sleeve. "Come quickly."

Aragorn hastened to follow. The healers had bandaged the soldier's wounds and wrapped him in warm blankets, but when the King reached him he was pale, his forehead bathed in sweat. His eyes searched the room for something unknown. The King knelt beside him and clasped his hand. "Derufin. You have done well," he said firmly. The wounded man smiled and fell back lifeless.

Aragorn soberly met the young healer's stricken eyes. "You did all you could," he said gently, "but even a King cannot always defeat death."


Notes:

Written for Back to Middle-earth Month 2012. Prompts I18: "Aspects of Aragorn: Healer" and O72: "Cause of Death: Shock."