Gimli sat silent as Aragorn tried to compose himself once again, the dwarf saw how much he was struggleling and grasped the man's hand gently. Aragorn turned to face him, looking the dwarf in the eyes.
" Laddie, do you want to talk about what happened?"
Aragorn shook his head as his face grew pale with memories. Gimli sqeezed his hand noteing that the man looked ready to pass out from lack of sleep.
" You haven't been sleeping well..."
" I was there, Gimli...."
" I know you was."
Aragorn burried his face in the soft texture of the blanket weeping helplessly, Gimli grew silent just rubbing his friend's back trying to help his tormented friend. After awhile the man's sobs had died and Gimli knew he had fallen asleep staying silent he sat beside his friend knowing that the next few days would be even harder.