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At Hope's Edge by Cairistiona	16 Review(s)
Lexilooper	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 12/29/2025
It was the same, in many ways. Utter loneliness. Utter despair. Drowning in frigid waters. Skajdjdjd He sank under dark, churning waters that had never been touched by life, that had never known the song of Ulmo or danced with the air of Manwë. AHHHHH ALL THESE THINGS OF LIFE AND JOY COMPLETELY ABSENT AND DARKNESS IN THEIR WAKE He sank, and then he fought to the surface, then sank again, and wondered why he should bother. He knew what awaited him. Knew that as soon as he crawled ashore, Halbarad would be there, chains in hand. He knew that everyone he knew and loved would condemn him for his failure and chain him and leave him in the merciless hands of Sauron. Far better to simply let himself drown. Had that not after all been what he wanted as he sat along the Bruinen? Akskddkdjdkdkdkdkdkdjdj Relieving the exact nightmares, knowing how they will go, WHY SHOULD HE FIGHT He went limp, feeling the weight of the water push him ever downward. There could be no hope of rescue this time. He was too deep in the realm of shadow, too far into that nether region where evil sundered the gift of death from mortal life and trapped its victims for all eternity. aksskkddkdk nooo please no okay “where evil sundered the gift of death from mortal life” that is cruel indeed, especially to one so tortured as he is But in the end he discovered it simply was not in him to give up. It was wrong. It went against every pulse that still coursed through his veins. It might be hopeless, but he had to keep on. He would never surrender his will to the enemy. Never. GOOD JOB THAT’S MY ARAGORN <333 It is so deeply ingrained in his character He will never give up, never give in, not while he has an ounce of life or strength And so he kicked, feebly, then with more strength and his head broke the surface and he gasped and choked but he could breathe. And if he could breathe, he could fight. I’m so proud <:( He looked around him and almost wished he had not. Gone was the endless black sea of the last time he was lost. Instead, he found himself in a river twisting through a corruption of all that he knew of Arda. Trees, misshapen and horrid, crowded the banks of the river. Their branches stretched down into the water, reaching for him as he floated past, as he fruitlessly looked for a break along the bank where he could crawl out. He dove under and felt their branches snag on his clothing and he twisted and fought them off and kicked harder as he pulled with his arms, and somehow stayed just ahead of their grasping clutches. Skajdjfjfkdkd that does indeed sound horrid. His nightmare is somehow made even more evil, twisted rather than simply desolate Finally the river turned a bend and the forest fell behind him. He was tossed about against rocks and pulled under in eddies and whirlpools and the battering seemed to go on endlessly but eventually he was able to lunge for a low bank and pull himself out of the water. He knelt, dripping and exhausted, and looked around him. It seemed he was in a valley, a sere place filled with rock and dead grasses and pockmarked with vents in the ground that spewed out sulphurous fumes. Black stone walls rose sheer and forbidding all around the valley’s perimeter, save for this one spot where the river cut through them. He pulled himself to his feet and stood swaying, wondering if he should continue into the valley or simply collapse here by the river and accept whatever fate awaited. HE MADE IT OUT OF THE RIVER although I’m not sure that’ll help much but like This sounds much like the black land, or the lands just outside it… He looked to the far horizon. Blackness there ate at what little light the sky held, and a red glow suffused the land below, reflecting dully on the roiling underbelly of clouds that seethed as though they were furious with the sky and the ground and all things between. It was there, he knew, that Sauron dwelt, and it was there that he would be dragged, chained and helpless. Mmm so just outside AND HELPLESS his least favorite feeling Also “dragged”, yes, is a very painful humiliating and helpless thing Furious with all things Panic started to rise in him but he fought it back. He looked around the valley again, trying to find a hiding place, but there was none. There were only a few scattered trees, stunted and bare. Even if he had the strength, there was nowhere to go. He staggered toward one of the shriveled trees and slumped to his knees beneath it, wondering if, like its cousins in that foul wood behind him, it would snatch him up and crush him in its branches. He eyed it warily, but it remained motionless. Aksjdkdkd can’t trust even the trees <:( The panic Falling to his knees There was little sound here. No birds twittering. No insects buzzing. He glanced upward and saw a break in the clouds, and a star dimly shining, but the clouds moved over it and even its small comfort was lost to him. THE STAR IMMEDIATELY LOST Unlike Sam’s star, it abandons him far too quickly He searched the sky all around and caught a glimpse of a bird, high and far off. An eagle, but it did not see him. Its attention seemed focused on the jagged peaks far away, and not on this dead valley. Askdkfksk any thing that could give him hope is paying him no attention And that was truly what it was: a dead place. Here he would die and here Sauron would seal the doom of Middle-earth. Noooooo I am sorry, Adar. Please forgive me. SKAJDJF <:((( For a moment, an instant only, a feeling came over him... or was it merely a dream within this dark dream? The drear valley around him faded and he was aware, somehow, of being in another place entirely: a calm place, a place filled with peace where gentle hands touched him, held him. He heard his own voice crying out that Sauron knew who he was... and then another voice, a musical voice that had filled his childhood with words of encouragement and love... "No, Estel. You have not failed me, my son. You have not failed." AKSKDKFKDKDKDKD IM GONNA CRY my favorite words A calm place Filled with peace Gentle hands Touched him (he is worthy of being touched gently) HELD HIM <:((((( <333 And hearing his own voice, and Elrond’s loving musical encouraging response <33 listen to him The way it seems less a moment of wakening and more a moment of deeper dream :( But then the vision faded and he saw only the scorched, empty valley and he was alone. He knelt in the silence, too weak to go on, and waited. Alskddkjdkdkd waited because he can do nothing else. Nothing but keep himself upright on his knees. He heard a step beside him. With an effort, he raised his head. Halbarad stared at him, his hands filled with chains. Mmmm noooooo "No," Aragorn growled, staggering to his feet. "I will not let you take me." HE FIGHTS HE GROWLS has he really fought this part before? Halbarad said nothing, but reached out and grabbed Aragorn’s left arm. his LEFT arm eep Aragorn yanked his arm back and for a moment freed himself but then Halbarad swung the chains at him and they slammed into his upper arm. Pain exploded in a thousand blinding flares of light and he crumpled to the ground. Eeeeeeeeeee :( But even in the midst of the pain, he sensed a movement behind Halbarad, a flash of purest light emerging from a cleft in the rock wall. He saw it and for an instant hope bloomed in his chest, OOOH but then Halbarad again swung the chains. Pain dimmed his vision and the sight of... whatever that had been... was lost to him. Aragorn felt the cold touch of a manacle around his right wrist and then his left and he knew he had lost. AAAAAAAAAA cold strong manacles on his wrists <3 the moment of hope is lost, he cannot even remember it hardly Aragorn’s eyes were shut. He knew what was happening; he had no need to see it. It was his nightmare come to life or death or whatever passed for existence in this plane. He felt a tug at his waist; Halbarad was taking Narsil from him. He heard the broken blade clatter to the ground and cursed the weakness that doomed him to be the failure, the one to bring to an end the line of Isildur, the line of Kings. He had thought perhaps... maybe... he might have had the strength after all... but no. Mmm yes…that is…definitely…what is happening I wonder how many of these things actually are going on in real life and what’s just pure nightmare. Like the clatter and tug. And how much else he’s saying out loud. Did they hear his growl to Halbarad? What passed for his own strength was utterly spent. The fight was over, and he had lost, and thus sealed the doom of all. “What passed for his own strength” askjdk a good description And wow, it is finally gone He fought long, he scraped his deepest reserves again and again. And finally he has utterly spent all. <3 <:( Halbarad took him by the arm and started to lift him, then unaccountably let him fall back. Aragorn’s head hit the ground with a blow sharp enough to send lights shooting through his closed eyes. He groaned and rolled over on his side, away from Halbarad, away from the valley. He knew not what was happening but he did not care. He huddled against the base of the tree and tasted the bitterness of his failure. Skajdjfjsk utterly bitter strengthless hopelessness Huddling in his black despair Weakly groaning and rolling away onto his side, he has no other strength or will left to even consider attempting to withhold a groan or fight his body’s attempts to face away from the danger or anything else And the renewed apathy of “he knew not what was happening but he did not care” He heard Halbarad’s feet shuffle. Heard a sudden intake of breath. Then, incredibly, he heard another voice, a voice strong and confident. "Be gone, servant of darkness! Leave him be!" <333 SKAJD THANK YOU But Aragorn did not stir himself to look. It sounded almost like Elrond, but Elrond surely could not have delved so far into this evil place. No, it was only his mind playing cruel tricks on him. Better to stay where he was, his eyes shut tight against the terrible sight of his friend turning on him. Nooooo no no no He knows only he cannot bear the sight and cannot imagine relief He heard footsteps coming toward him. "Estel!" Hmm footsteps in real life?? Elrond’s voice again. How could that be? He wanted to ignore it, to shoo it away as just another trick of his mind, but something compelled him to look. He started to roll over, but the chains were too heavy, and somewhere along the line Halbarad had managed to manacle his ankles as well. He lifted his arms, then listlessly let them fall. It is not Ada... it is nothing more than a dream... a failing hope... Skajdfjjd the chains too heavy "Tolo enni, Estel," Elrond cried. Come to you? Come to me <33 a command from Elrond <:( But how... how can I trust you? Still, the imploring tone cut straight through to his soul and could not be denied. He turned his head and opened his eyes. BUT HOW CAN I TRUST YOU <:( but cut straight to his soul and could not be denied <333 For the longest moment, what he saw simply did not register in his mind. It was Elrond. Shimmering with light and more radiant and powerful than Aragorn had ever seen him, but unmistakably his Adar. But it made no sense for Elrond to be here. AKSJFKDKSKD <33 those words that vision "Estel!" Each time he says his name <3 He blinked. As unlikely as it seemed, Elrond knelt on the ground a scant arm’s length away, looking at him with a mixture of love and fear and joy and fatigue such as he had never seen on his father’s face. Of Halbarad there was no sign. "Adar?" he whispered. Akskdkdkdkdkdk that beautiful tender mixture <:( <3 "Yes, Estel. It is your adar. I’m here. I have come to take you home." He held out his arms, reaching for Aragorn. SOB SOB SOB SOB HOLDING OUT HIS ARMS TO TAKE ARAGORN HOME who has not been able yet to truly come home yet, even after arriving in Rivendell Also. Elrond like, rather than just pulling Aragorn out of the dream, coming in himself to appear in Aragorn’s own world and rescue him, is so beautiful to me? <:( also that’s what the footsteps wereee he is actually here "Home? " Aragorn whispered. Home! How he longed to take his father’s hands, to let him draw him into his arms and take him away from this vile place, but how could he know this was really Elrond? How could he know that this was not another apparition designed to make him reveal his true name? He shut his eyes and re-opened them, trying to sort out the confused muddle of his thoughts. He finally stiffened his resolve and shook his head. "No... it is a trick. I will not... not tell you... who I am. You cannot make me..." Skajdjfkkskd he still manages to fight with his words I am proud, but now is not actually when it is needed "Estel," Elrond implored. "Listen to my voice! It truly is me. You must trust me!" Yes. Yes. Please trust <:( He shut his eyes. "No!" he moaned. "It is a trick... I will not listen!" He curled into a ball, burying his head in his arms. Perhaps if he refused to look, refused to even speak, the vision would go away. Aksjdkdkdkd literally moaning, curling up, and burying his head in his arms Absolute misery There was silence for a time, then, quietly, "Estel, a few moments ago you woke from this, briefly. You looked at me and told me that Sauron knew who you were." Oooh so even if Aragorn was not seeing, he opened his eyes and stared at Elrond. I love that Also “moments ago” that probably feels to Aragorn an eternity Aragorn shuddered, but did not look up. "There is more, Estel, things that I would know but Sauron and his minions would not. If you search your mind you will know to them to be true and know that I am true. Halbarad was injured. You brought him to Rivendell. You waited all day beneath the old willow tree, worrying over him, as I worked to remove the shards of the arrow from near his spine and lung. And you were so concerned for his well-being that you ignored your own wound, the splinter wound on your left arm. It has become inflamed, and is giving you fever." Yes yes listen Aragorn Aragorn opened his eyes. But he did not look at Elrond. He stared instead at the ground in front of him, weighing Elrond’s words and wondering; if this were not Elrond, how then could he know these things? He did not feel Elrond’s presence in his mind, so it could not be that Elrond knew these things that way. And neither did he feel any other darker presence, and that gave him the tiniest bit of hope. Aksjdjdkdjjd and the tiniest bit is the hugest start in this moment and place where all hope for him has absolutely fled "I followed the eagle, and then the star. You saw them both, from a distance. They are your tokens, my son, and they drew me to you." OH OH OH THAT’S WHAT THOSE WERE THAT’S HOW HE CAME TO BE HERE <33 Hope flickered brighter, but Aragorn still could not bring himself to look up. Aksjdkfkdkd But it flickered brighter For once, it is growing "Just now I saw Halbarad," Elrond continued, "or the being that was pretending to be Halbarad, swing the chains and hit you. But the chains did not wound you; you were already wounded when you came to Rivendell." Yessssss Thank you so much that Elrond was able to see these visions of Aragorn’s, directly see his delirious pain "At Bracken’s Ferry," Aragorn whispered. He finally looked at Elrond. "How do you know? I have not told you anything..." HE LOOKED "No, but I can see the wound on your arm, and no chain did such damage. Splintered wood, still embedded and festering. Erestor has cleaned it, though, and that was the pain you thought came from those chains," Elrond said with a gentle smile. "Come, my son, let me take you home and then you can tell me everything." THE SMILE OH HOW I WANT HIM TO TELL HIM EVERYTHING OH HOW THAT OFFER COMFORTS ME <:(( Splinters still there, for all his efforts Halbarad could not get them all. Getting them out is going to prove further pain for him unless they use anesthesia. Also, simply cleaning the wound being pain enough to send his imagined self blinded and collapsing to the ground again <3 He stared at Elrond, then looked around at the deadness surrounding him. If this was a trick, could it be any worse than staying here in this wretched place? He looked again at Elrond, then dared to stretch out a trembling hand. "Ada, is it really you?" Askdjfkskks REACHING FOR HIM Elrond reached forward and as soon as he touched Aragorn’s fingers, Aragorn knew. "Ada!" he cried and threw himself into his father’s arms. Elrond folded him into his embrace, and as he did so, the chains fell and a sweet wind laden with the aroma of athelas swept away the toxic fumes. AKSJDJDJSKD SOBS SOBS SOBS Aragorn knew CRYING OUT “Ada!” <:( Elrond folded him into his embrace <33 And that is when everything can fall away And he can smell the Athelas at last <3 The valley seemed to melt around him. He shut his eyes and buried his face against Elrond’s neck.... aksjdjdjdkdkdk awwwwww He is his place of safety and security <33333 ...and when he next opened his eyes, he saw the familiar walls of his room, and Erestor’s drawn face, and Gandalf’s smile of relief. And he saw Elrond. Saw him and heard him and felt his arms holding him, keeping him safe. "Ada," he croaked. Awwwwwwwwwww AND FELT HIS ARMS HOLDING HIM, KEEPING HIM SAFE "Give him water!" Elrond cried, and Erestor hurried forward with a cup. He handed it to Elrond and then helped support Aragorn’s head. Elrond’s hand was shaking as he guided the cup to Aragorn’s mouth. Some of the water slopped onto his chest, but he greedily drank down the rest until Elrond pulled the cup away. "Slow down, Estel," he laughed. AKSJDJF HE LAUGHED <33 Also the immediate give him water!! And Elrond giving it to him himself, ELROND’S OWN HAND SHAKING <3 from fear or relief or exhaustion or all three I do not know, and Erestor helping hold up his hand so he can laugh, as I love, Erestor lowered Aragorn’s head back to the pillow and Elrond released him, and for a long moment, Aragorn simply looked at Elrond, savoring the sight of him and the sight of his room and wondering how in the world he was suddenly back here, safe and in his home. Akakdkdkdk so surreal after that desolate place "Welcome back," Elrond finally said softly, and laid a tender kiss on Aragorn’s forehead, just as he had done so many times to him when he was a small child. TEARS as I thought, he may not be a small child any longer but he still needs and has his father’s tender care <333 He found his voice if not coherent words. "What... how did..." "Shhh. Save your questions, my son," Elrond said. "You were in a far country, and an evil one, but now you are back home and you will recover." <333 he will Still confused, Aragorn shifted uneasily on the bed, wincing as the movement jostled his arm. "Your arm is deeply infected," Elrond said. "It will trouble you for some time, I fear, but it will heal." <3 yay both things I wanted to hear. “It will heal” and “it will take awhile”. Also, still being rather childlikely confused <3 Aragorn nodded and closed his eyes. He was so tired, and still in so much pain. Yesss But there was a spaciousness, a weightlessness, within him that had not been there in a long, long time. Yesssssss Gone was any trace of a dark shadow, and as he dared turn his thoughts toward the Nazgûl, he felt only memory, like so many of his other memories of horrific events and bitter tragedies and hard-won and hard-lost battles. Wrenching and sorrow-filled and still so fresh that it almost brought physical pain, but still... it was merely a memory. Nothing more. AKSJDJDJDKD still wrenching but the darkness is gone. It is GONE. As it has never yet been. Still a powerfully painful memory, but not shadowed. He sighed softly and looked again at Elrond. His father was watching him with a curious expression – a wistfulness, but with a depth of sorrow that only immortal elves could know. Mmm yes for death is indeed a gift <:( "Adar?" he said softly, asking with his eyes questions he had no strength to speak. <3 eye communication And luckily hes asking Elrond Elrond blinked, then a ghost of a smile lit his face. He laid a hand against Aragorn’s cheek and the sorrow fled from his eyes. "Worry not," he said. "I am not troubled. Not any more." <:(( Estel will be healed Aragorn frowned, not accepting the words. He knew what had put the sorrow in Elrond’s eyes – his betrothal to Arwen, his failure as a leader... so many, many things, but mostly his love for Arwen. But he dared not speak of it, so he simply whispered, brokenly, "I am sorry, Adar." Aksdkkdkskdkd “brokenly” Also…it makes so much more sense to me than it used to. Elrond is not angry at Aragorn. He is immeasurably grieved at the prospect of being literally forever separated from his daughter. <:( Elrond’s eyes filled with concern. "Shh. You have nothing to be sorry for, my son. Cease your worries, Estel, for there is truly no need." He pulled the blanket up closer to Aragorn’s chin and smoothed it over his arms. "Now get some sleep. There will be time for talk later." <33 concern for his broken apology awwww he wants him simply to rest Yes they will talk long <3 Aragorn nodded. His eyes drifted closed, but before slumber took him into its gentle embrace, he murmured, "Thank you, Ada." He felt another gentle kiss on his forehead, and then he slipped at last into the healing warmth of true sleep. HE CAN SLEEP AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN WEEKS Also another forehead kiss <:( <3 and thanks this time instead of an apology This was indeed Deliverance <333

Dreamdeer	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 8/10/2009
Beautiful. We learn more of Elrond's heart from this one chapter than many people put into entire collections of fanfic dedicated to him. Not all of it directly, and perhaps it's better that way. Author Reply: Thank you so much, Dreamdeer... that is high praise indeed. I see Elrond as such a loving influence on Aragorn's life and a father in every sense except physically, and that is what colors my "take" on him. I'm glad it struck such a positive chord with you.

Estelcontar	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/20/2009
What a relief! I'm so glad Elrond managed to deliver Aragorn. This was another chapter that had me gripping the edge of my chair. Your description of the dream sequence was engrossing, and yours "No", Aragorn growled, staggering to his feet. I will not let you take me." was just about perfect, and made me very happy because it highlights the strenght of Aragorn's will, and his determination. Elrond and Aragorn's scenes were very emotional, but just at the right pitch. All the wistifulness, poingnancy and love ingrained in their relationshiship is there for us to see. I'm glad they have both found each other. Author Reply: Thank you, Estelcontar... this chapter was a bit of a chair-gripper, wasn't it? Yes, I had to write Aragorn as fighting to the very last shred of strength. Even when he's down and it all looks hopeless, he still resists Elrond, trying to hide his true identity as long as he can. This was a bit of a gut-wrencher to write, actually, because I found myself wanting Aragorn to immediately accept Elrond and get on with the healing! But of course, he wouldn't, because there really was nothing trustworthy in that wretched place and he'd already been horribly fooled by "Halbarad". Anyway, I'm glad you liked it and thanks for the review!

Larner	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/16/2009
Ah--find myself glad that Gandalf is there as well, and that his fea was found before it was quite lost in the falseness of the dream. Deliverance indeed! Author Reply: Thank you, Larner... I do think that Elrond no doubt relied heavily on Gandalf and Erestor both during this time, although we don't see that because we're looking at this story strictly through Aragorn's eyes. But yes, a relief that deliverance came! Thanks for the review!

Inzilbeth	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/16/2009
I can't quite decide which is my favourite chapter in the whole of this excellent story but this is a hot contender. Quite brilliant! Author Reply: Thank you, Inzilbeth! It's one of my favorites as well... and like you, I can never decide which is my own favorite. I know which aren't my favorites but to try to choose one as the favorite... can't seem to do it. I'm just glad you liked this chapter so well. Thanks for the review!

Raksha The Demon	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/14/2009
Awwww. Every guy needs a father like Elrond to come home to when the going gets really, really tough. Hope things improve for Aragorn now! Author Reply: Isn't Elrond a great father? :) Thanks for the review, Raksha!

Minerva Organa	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/14/2009
This is such an incredible story, really. The way you describe Aragorn's struggles/nightmares...such good imagery, it's so easy to imagine being there. The parts with Elrond were also really poignant. Definitely a big sigh of relief after Elrond brought him back. Slowly but surely, he's getting there... Author Reply: Thank you, Minerva! Yes, Aragorn's slowly getting his long overdue healing--still a ways to go yet but he's definitely making progress and in the right place for it. I'm glad you're enjoying the story--thanks for the review!

Silivren Tinu	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/14/2009
Your description of the dark world Aragorn found himself in at the beginning of the chapter was a masterpiece. I guess that's what Middle-earth would have looked like if Sauron had won. shivers Poor Aragorn. huggles him I loved your idea of including the eagle and the star and of letting them be the means for Elrond to find Aragorn. Your description of Elrond when he first appeared in that dream world was beautiful (//Shimmering with light and more radiant and powerful than Aragorn had ever seen him//). Judging from what Aragorn read in his face (and in Erestor's later on) it must have been a close call. I loved the conversation between Elrond and Aragorn and how Aragorn step by step began to believe that it was truly his father there, come to rescue him. The atmosphere in the healing room was such a relief after that dark nightmare! Friendly (if slightly drawn) faces, athelas, water, and a hug - what more can you want? g Judging from Aragorn's interpretation of the sorrow he saw in Elrond's eyes, I think the two of them still have a lot of talking to do, though. Fortunately, I think Elrond is quite aware of that, too. Well, that chapter was a nice rollercoaster ride. breathes again It's so nice that Aragorn is finally healed from whatever that Nazgul did to him! Loved it. :) Almut Author Reply: Thanks, Almut! Glad you liked this wild chapter... that's a very good point you make. Arda likely would have looked like Aragorn's nightmare if Sauron had won. Doesn't bear thinking about, does it! And yes, Elrond shimmering with light was an indication of just how near death Aragorn was... he was seeing Elrond sort of like Frodo saw Glorfindel--in his true glory. I figure even a Half-Elf would have that same sort of look, especially as powerful a healer and Lord as Elrond was. It was quite a battle for Elrond... for all of them, really, but especially for Elrond. Hard enough to call one back from the BB but even more so when it's your own son... all those emotions piled on top. Elrond had a hard time of it but he came through. :) Now to heal everything else! Thanks for the review!

Lily Baggins	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/13/2009
Oh my goodness---this was SO worth waiting for!!!!! What a chapter! Chilling, frightening for Aragorn, and yet so sweet and poignant at the same time. I absolutely loved the Aragorn-Elrond dynamic here, and your descriptions of Aragorn's despairing dreams and nightmares were awesome. Especially him equating his arm pain with chains, when it was actually Erestor cleaning his arm. I'm quite sure I liked Elrond's little kisses on the brow best, though (maybe it's because the fangirl in me longs to do the same thing and I'm living vicariously?). But in all seriousness, while I adored the LOTR movies I sorely missed the fatherly love between Aragorn and Elrond, and fics such as this one fill that gap so nicely. Your moments here were so incredibly tender---of the sort I'm always looking for but too rarely find in fic---I'm surprised I didn't turn into a goo puddle right here in my chair. I thought I read you saying that Aragorn has some healing yet to go. Oh, please tell me that perhaps the healing moments are not over? That perhaps there is more tending and TLC to come? Mayhap more pain and discomfort from the infection? I'm absolutely dying for more sick and feverish Aragorn as you write him, especially when Elrond and Gandalf are involved in his caretaking. I shall quit droning now. I fear I love a great fanfic a little too much! Author Reply: Thank you, Lily! And please, feel free to drone on as long as you want! I quite like the sound of your droning. grin The movies did sort of short-change us on the healing/comfort end of things, didn't they... especially with Aragorn. We had to be happy with him simply being so strong that he didn't need help, for the most part. And yes, wouldn't it have been wonderful to have seen the tenderness between Elrond and Aragorn. Ah well, that's what makes fanfiction so nice. I'm very glad you like how I render it... it's a little tricky, because I don't want to ever let it fall into sentimentality, because these are two men we're dealing with. So I'm glad it all evoked the right feelings. (And when this story is all finished, I do plan on posting a bit of an "extra scene", of the healing of the BB from Elrond's POV... I had to write that out first, to see what really happened, since Aragorn was unconscious and wouldn't tell me! LOL) And yes, there's still more to come with this tale. Aragorn's a sick puppy still, even though the BB is now dealt with. Thanks for the review!

Linda Hoyland	Reviewed Chapter: 22 on 4/13/2009
Poor Aragorn to see such dreadful visions under the influence of the Shadow.Thank Goodness Elrond could reach him. I just hope he is made to rest and get his strength back now. Author Reply: Yes, let's hope so! Thank you for the review, Linda!

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