Disclaimer, Summary and Warning could be found in 1st chapter.
Beta: Aranel
51.
Aragorn did not even have the energy to sigh through the pain. He tried to breathe normally. He managed to turn. "G…Gim…"
"G-Gim…li…" Aragorn called as loudly as he could but it was only a hoarse whisper.
But Gimli heard him. "I am here, Aragorn," Gimli assured him. "You should rest, my friend."
"No… Le-le...go…las…" Aragorn could not bear the sight of his friend waiting for death. "My… pou…ch…"
Gimli could have blushed in shame. How had that not occurred to him after seeing Aragorn always bringing herbs? He looked frantically around.
"Gimli?" Elrond asked.
"Aragorn's pouch! Where is it?"