" I don't think I'll ever be alright again, Ada."
Aragorn whispered and Lord Elrond gave him a tight hug. The man sighed as his father released him, but he didn't get up from the chair.
" Do you have any ideals for the funeral?"
" I d.....don't even want to think about it, Ada."
" I know, my son. I understand how painful this can be."
A tear made it's way down Elrond's check as he rubbed his son's shoulder. Aragorn picked the paper up again and stared at it then put it back down again.
" How can I even do this when I know who's funeral it will be?"
" Just think of this as your finale gift to Legolas. Like a very special moment between just the two of you."
Aragorn burried his face in his hands the lump in his throat had worked it's way up and he grew speechless again. Lord Elrond sat in the chair next to his son's chair. The man felt the elf's hand rubbing his shoulder tenderly and he sniffled softly trying to keep himself from bursting into tears.
" Estel?"
Aragorn shook his head at a loss for words.
" I know. You shared a lot of special moments together. I will miss Legolas too. He was a very special friend to all of us."
" I l....loved h...him, A....Ad.....Ada!"
" I know you did, Estel. We all loved him."
Aragorn tried to hide his face deeper into his hands as he began shaking violently. Lord Elrond quickly put his arms around his son and the man burried his face on the elf's shoulder unable to keep from sobbing.
" I know, Estel. I know."
" I....I'm s...sorry, A...Ad...Ada! I..I'm s...sorry!"
" There's no reason to be sorry, Estel. You've lost a friend and it's alright to cry about it."
The room grew silent again save for the sound of Aragorn and Lord Elrond weeping together.