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Disclaimer, Summary and Warning could be found in 1st chapter.
Beta: Aranel
57.
Aragorn's nose twitched. It had been a few hours since he had drifted off. There was a certain smell. Blood. And-
Legolas.
"G…Gimli?" Aragorn called hoarsely.
The dwarf hurried over with a canteen.
"Drink slowly, my friend, I don't wish to see you any sicker." Gimli repositioned it better.
Aragorn leaned back and took slower sips. His thoughts were pounding against his head. He nudged the canteen away.
Gimli secured it and turned back. "How are you feeling?"
"Hurts…" he replied weakly. "L…Legolas… Where?"
The dwarf sighed heavily and fell silent.
"My… fault…" Aragorn concluded and let his eyes close.