After the funeral was over everyone went back inside the house expect for Aragorn. The man could feel himself going blank again and it scared him, he didn't know why he felt so blank for.
" Son, are you coming in?"
Elrond went to his son again and put his arm around him. Aragorn nodded but didn't move, he couldn't he felt frozen like he was in a dream were his legs were trapped in ice. Lord Elrond looked at him in concern and didn't like what he saw on his son's face nor in his eyes.
" Estel, come. You need to lie down."
Finally Aragorn's legs unfroze and he began to walk towards the house rather dazed and the older Elf put his arm around him.
" Were are you going?"
Elrond asked when Aragorn passed his own room. Suddenly he realized that the man was heading towards Legolas' room. Once there Aragorn opened the door to the elf's room and laid down on the bed closing his eyes in shear exhaustion not caring that his father was still watching him. Elrond covered him up and silently ran his finger's though his son's hair, Aragorn opened his eyes confusion plain on his face.
" Ada."
" It's alright, Estel. Just try to sleep."
Elrond smiled slightly as Aragorn closed his eyes again and soon was snoring softly.