by Númenora

Characters/Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas, Boromir
Email: abookishgirl AT Rating: PG
Genre: Drabble
Word-count: 300
Warnings: AU, Slash, Angst, Mpreg, `Character' death, Un-betaed.
Disclaimer: Characters are NOT MINE, never will be.
Timeline: FA.
Summary: Legolas grieves for a loved one.
Challenge: For lotrallslash Daily Drabble challenge: `Death.'

"I am terribly sorry, Legolas—I really tried." Elessar, High King of Gondor and Arnor, said remorsefully to his Prince Consort.

"You are a healer, so why is it you could not save..." Legolas' voice trailed off as a sob tore free. Aragorn hated seeing his beloved so upset; especially in his condition.

"Please, Coramin—sit down and let me get you your favorite tea. Ada brought..."

"I Don't. Want. Tea! Tea cannot fix this."

"Legolas—death is a part of life..." His speech froze on his tongue at the furious look from the elf he loved more than his own life.

"I am sorry."

"Sorry won't bring him back!"

Aragorn sighed, kissing Legolas on his pale brow. He walked to the door of the sitting room; with one last glance, then left. Legolas sniffled loudly, crystal tears flowing.

"I should never have left you in his care! `The hands of the King...' I was only gone for a fortnight. Oh, Gimli!"


"Aragorn, how...?" Boromir face was sympathetic.

"I've never seen him like this before! I should have turned care over to Ada. But I thought `how hard could it be to care for a plant?'—I am no stranger to plants."

"But this is different. This one meant so much to Legolas coming from his home and you tried too hard, my friend."

"What am I to do, Boromir?" The King inquired of his Steward.

"If he were Lúthien, I'd suggest jewelry or sweets—but I've never had to deal with a very pregnant Elven warrior before."

"I know! I will ask Gimli to sit with him—the true Gimli."

"And what will that accomplish?"

"He could distract him."

"Distract him?"

"While I hide all the `warrior's' weapons until this passes. I just pray it passes soon." *Ai, Elbereth!*

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Coramin – My heart. Lúthien – OC character from my Boromir/Faramir world of which this one is a part (Boromir's wife from drabbles `Second Place & `First Place'/don't hate me as she was a plot device *puppy-dog eyes*).

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