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Aragorn
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Date Posted: 17:30:18 04/12/02 Fri
Once more he woke from the dreams of war.
The human maid beside him noticed and left to alert the doctors.
Soon they came running in, out of breath, as doctors they had seen little need for exercise.
"Your majesty, you are awake."
Aragorn glared at them in what he hoped was a patronizing way but which was actually barely noticable.
"Palantir," he whispered, exerting the maximum amount of energy he body would supply. "Bring it to me."
They nudged each other, clearly thinking someone else would get it. "Now, please."
They both left again and the king was left with his nurse, who straightened his sheets and laid her cool hands on his brow, feeling his hightened temperature.
Aragorn smiled gratefully but did not speak, he had to conserve his strength.
The doctors returned, panting considerably more than before. Aragorn held out his hands, eagerly and the blue stone was deposited into them.
"If you don't mind," Aragorn croaked, "I'd like to be alone."
They left, the nurse reluctantly, the doctors desparate to collapse on the floor outside.
Gazing into the stone he called on his last reserves, bending it to his will. "Arwen", he whispered.
A pale picture of his wife appeared in the stone's core. She was bending over another woman, who looked like she had a sword embedded in her middle. Obviously Arwen was needed there. Softly he blew her a kiss and murmered "Know that I will always love you." She didn't turn. He wasn't strong enough for her to hear him. Drawing back with regret from what could possibly be his last view of the woman he loved Aragorn soared above the city and over the forest.
This was freedom. Freedom from the tattered shell his body had become.
Suddenley he stopped floating. A sharp pull dragged him in towards the forest floor. In horror Aragorn pulled himself back into the body that was lying in the hospital bed and looked into the stone.
In it swam the face of Legolas, he was talking to someone but Aragorn couldn't see them. Gathering himself together he called, "Legolas." The elf moved, maybe he had understood. "Legolas it's Aragorn. I want you to know that I have forgiven you and that you must return here in all haste. I am dying. I need you." The Legolas in the palantir tugged at something in his pocket but it was at that moment that Aragorn's strength failed and he gave up.
He could only wait and hope that Legolas had heard.
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