Lord Elrond lead his son to the healing wing and opened the door, The lord of Rivendell guided his son to a hospital bed. Aragorn saw that whoever was lying on the bed was covered with a white sheet. Elrond pulled the sheet back slowly and then stepped away allowing his son to get a better view, he heard the man gasp as he went closer to the bed.
" L...Legolas?"
" I am sorry, my son."
" Ada, what...happened?!"
" Do you not remember?"
Aragorn shook his head and Elrond pulled the sheet down farther. Seeing the wounds on his friend, the man suddenly remembered everything and started to treamble. Elrond put a comforting hand on his son's shoulder and Aragorn looked him in the eyes, then back at their friend.
" Please...let me...be alone...with...him."
" Alright, but if you need any of us we will be close by."
Aragorn nodded and his father turned to leave. As soon as he heard the door close the man treambled even harder than before as he reached out and touched his friend's face.
The skin of the elf felt cold to his palm and he gasped in shock as he felt the stickyness of dried blood. Aragorn rubbed his thumb over one of the wounds remembering how his friend had saved his life, the lifeless form of the elf began to blur as tears burned the man's eyes and he leaned down gathering his friend into his arms as the memories kept coming, He wailed loudly as his knees buckled and he and the lifeless form of his friend fall onto the floor. Aragorn felt arms wrap around him, but he was too overwhelmed to care about anything expect what had happened to his friend in that moment.
" It's alright, brother. It's alright."
" No! No! He's gone! He's gone!"
Elladan felt his brother shaking like a leaf and rubbed his shoulder in comfort knowing that his brother was still trying not to cry, but the elf could tell he wanted too and very badly, Elladan could feel his own composer breaking as he tried to comfort Aragorn.