Aragorn stood by Legolas' window his anger spent as he gasped for breath. He could still see what was happening at his friend's funeral.
" You don't really hate my son do you, Estel?"
The man turned to find King Thranduil leaning against the door. Aragorn made his way to Legolas' bed and sank down on it. The king sat beside him allowing him time to get his breath back.
" I'm just so angry."
Thranduil gently squeezed the man's shoulder he felt angry too.
" At the wargs and orcs?"
Aragorn nodded not able to say anything for a couple moments,the king sighed and the man glanced at him.
" Do you know why they did that, Aragorn?"
Aragorn shook his head puzzled at where this was going.
" I can bet it was one of those groups that were out for blood and elfs have always been on the top of their list."
" I know it. It's just so senseless! All of it is!"
Thranduil nodded and hugged his friend,the man felt himself treable in the older elf's arms.
" It's alright to be angry about this. We all are, but you mustn't blame yourself these things just happen and when they do no one is able to stop it from happening."
" I loved him!"
" Love goes beyond death, Aragorn. My son still loves you too."
Aragorn gave up trying to hold back his tears and started sobbing hard. Thranduil held him close like he did with his own son when Legolas would get upset and ran his fingers through the man's hair as he cried too.
" Why, Thranduil? Why?!"
" I don't know. I'm so sorry you had to watch him die. I'm so sorry."