what's your absolute favourite thing in the world? apart from family etc. ik its got nothing to do with lotr, but i'm interested. I think mine would have to be music, i find it extremely powerful.
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Aragorn had left Rivendell immediately, after Gimli informed the elves of Legolas's location. He hoped it wasn't too suspicious, leaving Rivendell, when the whole kingdom was mourning. As Arwen's husband, he was in charge of all elven ceremonies. This took a few days, and these were added to the days he took to recover.
Gimli had told the elves that Legolas wasn't conscious and needed urgent help. Aragorn's heart was filled to the brim with worry, pain and love for Legolas.
At least he wasn't dead.
He rode as fast as he could, through fields and forests to get to the isolated farm he was meant to be resting. He finally reached a small hut, and was relieved to have finally reached there.
For some reason he was nervous. He hadn't seen Legolas for ages and ages, what if his feelings had changed. He met a kind but quiet farmer that led him to a cave in a mountain nearby, a small door had been built. He could hear someone talking inside.
He knocked. And Gimli opened the door with a huge smile. Aragorn tried not to look behind him, and he greeted Gimli warmly, and showed all his gratitude he could, for looking after Legolas.
When Gimli moved away from the door, Aragorn saw an empty cave, with a pale looking elf sitting against the wall. Legolas. He looked so different.
His face whiter than a white sheet, unnaturally pale. His blond hair a mess, and leaves clung to strands of it. This was a surprise, Legolas's pride and joy was his hair. When he looked in his eyes, all he could see was hopelessness.He was broken. Physically, he looked terrible, but mentally he was in even more pain.
When Legolas saw him, the elf looked like he had seen a ghost, his eyes widening.
