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Goodbye my Friend by Yuggster

It seemed like a good idea at the time!

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: Itís not mine...nothing...none of it.

Summary: Aragorn must say a final good-bye to Legolas. Set in movieverse, a bit AU.

Warning: You might want to grab a tissue before you read this one.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. It was something we had done countless times before, it should have been simple.

We should have known better.

No...I should have known better.

I know you tried to warn me. You always told me things like this are never what they seem.

But did I listen? Of course not. After all, I was the Heir of Isildur. Surely I knew what I was doing.

They why, my friend, do you pay the price?

I do not even know if you can still hear me. I hope that you can, that these words will stay with you when you finally wake up...if ever you do.

But I will be gone before you awake.

I cannot stay here, cannot bear to see the forgiveness in your eyes.

Truly, Legolas, I know you will wonder why I left. You will blame yourself, but you must know that you are not responsible. It is my fault.

I lead you into the battle. Foolishly, I thought myself invincible because we had faced foes like that many times before.

You cautioned me, but I would not listen. Then, ever loyal, you followed me.

Right into the trap.

I can still see it, Legolas. When I close my eyes I can still see the circle closing around us, the grim look in your eyes, the sword trembling in my hand...and the orcs trampling their own dead to get to us.

But I thought myself invincible. I was the Heir of Isildur! Surely such a prophecy would not be undone by mere orcs! We must be victorious!

I was such a fool.

Did you know I saw the first arrow pierce you? I saw it fly, but I could not warn you in time.

You eyes...the moment you realized you had been struck...I will never forget the look in your eyes. Yet you fought on, always at my back.

But I could not protect you. I saw the second arrow fly...and you lost the use of your sword arm.

My own wounds seemed so trivial, then. For at that moment I realized...

The moment you fell, I realized what a fool I had been.

It took so many orcs to stop you. And even then it was not until I had been overcome that you surrendered. I can still see the pain in your eyes, still see the poison taking its hold.

The orcs were cackling, victorious. Here they had an elf, the perfect object to torment! And defiantly, you took it all. They tortured you...and I was made to watch.

What happened next will haunt me forever.

I will never forget the look on your face when the orcs realized that you would not crack...and turned their attention to me. They knew you would not be so stoic when one you cared about was being harmed.

I could have born the pain, Legolas. But I could not bear to see you see you humble yourself and beg for my life. To see you subject yourself to every jibe, every insult, every blow, if only they would not harm me.

These memories...they will haunt me forever. But it is nothing less than I deserve.

I wish I could see your eyes one last time, brimming with life once more.

But I must go, to walk the path of my fathers. I do not know if I will ever see you again, Legolas. Perhaps the Valar will be merciful, and we will meet once more.

I can only hope for such a day.

Forgive me.

Goodbye my friend.

* * *

Legolas groaned, eyes slowly opening.

"Estel?" he called groggily. He turned his head, expecting to see his human friend beside him.

There was no one there...and yet he had heard him, only moments ago.

"Aragorn?" Legolas called, louder this time, fighting his own pain to sit up.

A dark-haired elf hurried over. "Youíre awake," Lord Elrond sighed in relief. "I was afraid you would not wake in time..." he swallowed.

Legolas frowned. "Lord Elrond?" he asked, seeing tears on the older elfís face. "What has happened?"

"You do not remember?"

The blond elf shook his head, puzzled by the elf-lordís broken tone. "Where is Estel?" he asked, wondering if perhaps his friend had been badly injured.

"Legolas," Elrond half-sobbed, pressing one hand to his face. "He is gone."

"Gone?" Legolas sat up straighter, heart pounding. Surely he didnít mean... "Where is he?"

Lord Elrond closed his eyes, placing one hand over the younger elfís. "He is...he did not make it, Legolas."

Legolas felt as though his heart had turned to ice. "No," he whispered.


"No!" ignoring the elf-lordís voice, Legolas swung his legs out of the bed. He stumbled, unable to stand on his own. "Estel!"

The elfís desperate cry rung through the house. Lord Elrond tried futilely to calm the younger elf, but Legolas would not be consoled.

"I will not believe you," Legolas cried, pulling away from the elf-lordís hands. "He cannot cannot be true!"

"Legolas," Lord Elrond grabbed the elf by both arms, forcing him to meet his eyes. Legolas could see tears in the ancient orbs, and quieted. "I do not wish to believe it myself. But he is gone."

The blond elf shook his head, trembling from fear and grief. "No."

The older elf sighed. "Come," he gently supported Legolas on one side.

Legolas could barely focus, so turbulent were his emotions. He let the elf-lord lead him down the hall to Aragornís room, hesitating on the threshold.

"We will bury him tomorrow," Elrond said quietly. "But I think you should say your farewell in private."

Carefully, the elf-lord opened the door, leading Legolas inside.

Legolas stopped still, his heart shattering.

Aragorn lay on the bed, his hands folded on his chest. Unnaturally still, unnaturally pale...his eyes closed as though he were merely sleeping.

The elf stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside the bed. "Estel?" he asked quietly, reaching out to take his friendís hand.

He nearly recoiled. Aragornís flesh was cold.

"He had lost too much blood by the time we arrived," Lord Elrond explained quietly. "There was nothing more we could do...he wanted you to know that he was sorry for leading you into such trouble...and for leaving you."

Legolas barely heard the elf-lordís broken voice as he hesitantly reached out to touch his friendís face. It, too, was cold. Aragorn would never wake again. "Estel," he sobbed, burying his face in the manís shoulder.

He did not hear Lord Elrond leave the room, nor did he notice the others who came to pry him away from his friendís body. Not until they pulled him away by force to prepare Aragornís body for burial did he leave, and then the sky was filled with Legolasí heart-wrenching cries.

The elf could not be consoled. The light in him had died with the ranger, and all who saw him saw only a hollow shell of the light-haired elf who had been a brother to Estel.

They buried Aragorn the next morning, letting his body rest in the soil he had known since childhood. He was not buried as Aragorn son of Arathorn, but as Estel Elrondion, beloved son and brother.

Legolas disappeared shortly thereafter. Whether he took a ship into the West or wandered the paths of Middle-Earth until the end of time none can say. But his voice can still be heard in the forests of Rivendell, singing a lament for the death of his brother, Estel, the last Hope of Men.

* * *

The dark vision in the mirror slowly faded, leaving behind it a reflection of the tear-streaked face of a young ranger. "Do you understand what you saw?"

Aragorn blinked slowly, straightening up. It had been a vision...the battle with the orcs, Legolasí injuries...his death. "I understand," he said softly.

Lady Galadriel sighed. "You know why you must go into exile?"

"Yes." She had shown him the vision in her mirror to warn him that staying with the rangers would lead to his death...whether from pride or by accident...but he had seen something she did not.

He did not care if he died. He had not wanted the kingship, and would have been content to remain the foster-son of Elrond to the end of his days. But Legolas...seeing what his death had done to Legolas, the friend he loved more than a brother...he did not dare to remain.

"For the sake of your kingdom, you must leave," Galadriel said slowly. "There will be no hope for the race of men if you remain in Rivendell."

Aragorn nodded, glancing down to hide the rebellion in his eyes at the Ladyís words. It was not for his kingdom, but for his friend, for he could not bear to know that his death would shatter Legolas. If he had to go into exile to keep the vision in the mirror of his death and his friendís anguish from coming true, then so be it.

And even if he never became king, at least he would not lead his best friend into such sorrow.

He turned to leave, stopping for one last look at the mirror, the picture of Legolasí grief-stricken face still fresh in his mind. "Goodbye my friend."

The End.

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Re: Goodbye my Friend by Yuggster (Score: 0)
Posted on Tuesday, April 18 @ 15:08:47 CEST
This was heartbreaking and you really had me going all the way until the end! I was sure he ahd truly died. You expressed the feelings of everyone very well and thank goodness it had a happy (at least a little!) ending.


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