Title: Grief
Author: Silver (emeraldspike@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG
Pairing / Main characters: Legolas/Aragorn (Legolas musings, L/A implied)
Series/Sequel: complete
Summary: Legolas' thoughts during the year 121 of the Fourth Age.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JRR Tokien gave them life, Orlando, Viggo, and PJ made them real.
Archive/Distribution: Any list archives that want them, anyone else, just ask.
Date: Jan 2002
Notes: Feedback: Please! It's my first solo LOTR fic... I'm nervous.
Dedication: Johnny & Kara- you two gave me the guts to post it. Love ya both!
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Grief
By Silver
It is not possible. Even though I saw it with my own eyes, I cannot believe it. But it is true.
Aragorn Elessar, son of Arathorn, son of Arador, heir of Isuldir, king of Gondor, is dead. Died even as I sat beside his bed, holding his trembling hand and humming softly to him, as he had requested.
And who was I, what kind of monster would I be, to have refused such a request? I loved him. Loved him with every beat of my heart, every breath I drew, every move I made, I loved him. But my love was not enough, and he left me. Alone. Forcing me to sit by his bedside, watching as he struggled for each breath, drawing them shakily, letting each out slowly, each one weaker than the last until finally, finally but much too soon, he drew breath no more.
And then, then my love was gone. Borne away by death as leaves are borne away on strong gusts of wind before a storm. And with it, my will to live. For he was my other half, my better part.
My love, my life, my joy, my sorrow, my pleasure, my pain, my laughter, and my tears. The day to my night, the sun to my moon, the sky to my earth. He was my entire world and I shall not endure the mockery that this world has become without him. The grief, my sorrow, is too much, so I must join him.
It is the only way.
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