" Legolas would be so proud of you, Laddie. Not only that ,he is here...In all of our hearts and minds. You can not stop what you are suppose to do just because he is gone. You have to be King. We all need you to be our king."
Aragorn looked down into his friend's eyes. He saw love and concern in them as well as a mixture of both saddness and hope. The man kept looking into his friend's eyes there was something so familer about that look! Gimli touched Aragorn's arm in concern.
" Laddie?"
" I'm sorry, Gimli. Your eyes remind me of something. Acttually of two somethings..."
" or rather two someones?"
Gimli asked and Aragorn nodded.
" who?"
Aragorn shook his head sighing.
" no it's immpossiable."
" Maybe it's not, Laddie. Tell me."
" B....Boromir and L..Leg...Legolas."
Gimli gave a gasp knowing that had to hurt the man even worse.
" They both gave me that same exact look you were just giving to me before they died. Both of them!"
Aragorn's knees buckled underneath him and Gimli cought him in his arms.
" Laddie?"
The man burried his face on the dwarf's shoulder as he began weeping again, Gimli rubbed his back in comfort.
" They believed in me."
" We all believe you can do this. I know it's going to hurt...but you have to face that you are the king. Without them..."
Aragorn gained his composure and stood up.
" Thank you, Gimli."
The man turned and silently left the room.