Gimli's eyes widend as he looked in his friend's eyes, Aragorn grew silent again his whole body shaking now at the look his friend was giving him, it was a mixture of shock, deep pain and also anger. It was the anger in the dwarf's eyes that scared him the most.
" Did I say something wrong?"
The man whispered and Gimli realized his friend had saw his anger and sighed.
" No, Laddie. I'm just angry at the fact Legolas was killed. It makes no sense! They tear him to pieaces and then left him there to bleed to death!"
" I don't understand either."
Gimli began to weep and the man wrapped his arms around him, his own tears falling again.
" Why did they do that?! Legolas was our best friend!"
Gimli wailed loudly in Aragorn's shirt, the man rubbed the dwarf's back not knowing what to do or say. At long last they pulled away from each other and just locked eyes. Aragorn sniffled softly and Gimli patted his back his own eyes burning from crying so hard.
" Did you see him layed out?"
Gimli asked softly and the man nodded winceing in pain as his chest tightend.
" Do you want to go see him?"
Gimli nodded and then hesitated.
" I don't want to be alone in there...."
" I'll go with you, but I'm warning you he looks awful...."
Aragorn said and Gimli smiled saddly and they got up. The dwarf's stomache felt like it had a thousand butterflies in it as they walked towards the healing wing.