Aragorn told Gimli of how Legolas had saved his life, of following the elf's trail and seeing the blood and the blonde hair trapped on a blade of grass and how he felt upon seeing those signs, of seeing their friend in the river and pulling him out, of tended to the elf's wounds, of their friend's struggle just to draw a breath, of their friends last moments and of his brothers finding them and the ride to Rivendell. Finally Aragorn grew silent bowing his head and Gimli looked into his eyes seeing the tears threatening to run down the man's already sore face.
" Laddie, I know it's hard. You tried to save him....."
" What, Gimli?! You tried to save him, but you didn't stop him from dying is that what you were about to say?!"
Aragorn jumped up from the chair so fast that it crashed to the floor. Gimli stayed were he was surprised he wasn't feeling shocked by what Aragorn had just said. He knew the man blamed himself and that his yelling like this was only a part of it. He shook his head sadly and sighed.
" His blood was coming out so fast I used up everything I had to try to stop it! It wouldn't stop! It wouldn't stop!"
Gimli got up from his chair and walked over to Aragorn who was by now kneeling on the ground. The dwarf wrapped his arms around his friend and Aragorn burried his face on the dwarf's shoulder.
" It wouldn't stop! It wouldn't stop!"
Gimli stroked his friend's hair sootheingly as Aragorn sobbed hard.