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So, maybe you could write a beautiful friendship piece about Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.
Specifically how they might have felt lonely at times amongst their own people and how comforting their friendship is to them?
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Together - Aragorn x Legolas x Gimli - platonic hurt/comfort
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Aragorn x Legolas x Gimli friendship hurt/comfort :)
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Only a splatter of stars provided a waning shimmer of light as inky darkness bled onto the canvas of the sky. The trio were huddled beneath this, their aching bodies encased in dewy grass. Their shoulders hunched beneath the heavy weight of their anguish. They basked in the alluring, crackling blaze of the fire, attempting to thaw the bitter cold that gnawed at them. Fond memories had begun to rot like festering wounds, tinged yellow with the sickening feeling of grief that plagued all three of them. A sinister silence and newfound emptiness haunted them, confronting them with all they had lost. Legolas, entranced by his own thoughts, leant into the tender caress of starlight.
"What troubles you, mellon nin?" Aragorn inquired softly, his gaze drawn to Legolas’ glossy eyes in the flickering light of the fire. A rare twist of fate had brought the three together for a purpose greater than themselves.
"I am afraid," the elf stated solemnly. The nauseating terror that writhed within Legolas was unlike anything he had experienced. They all felt it. It clawed at their hearts and crawled under their skin. It seeped into every waking moment.
"Aye, so am I." Gimli added gruffly. In solidarity, he gripped his friend's shoulder tightly. As the fire hissed, the three exchanged a silent grimace until Aragorn cleared his throat.
"We mustn't lose hope."
Hope, it lingered like a slivery petal of breath wilting in the frosty air. It seemed perverse, even laughable, in the face of such loss. They huddled closer, their backs towards the oppressive darkness. In quiet intimacy, Legolas bowed his head and softly broke the silence.
"My mother," he started, his voice wavering slightly, before looking up again at the opulent stars and meeting their heavenly gaze.
"She passed away when I was an elfling. My father never recovered, it severed his soul." He paused once more, weighing the words carefully and mulling them over on his tongue like sour sweets.
"I have never had anyone before as a prince, any true friends, I mean. I was always alone, and now I have never had more to lose." The tender confession hovered. Despite the young elfling’s blush being obscured by the rosy firelight, the truth was as naked as the flames before them and as apparent as the sting of the bitter wind on their cheeks: none of them were alone anymore.
Aragorn began softly, his voice roughened by emotion. "Mellon nin," he started.
"As a ranger, and as the... heir, I too have never had such dear friends. I have suffered many lonely nights and witnessed much loss. I thought I would've gotten used to this and would be ready to have such dear friends." The man gripped both of his companions by the arm, trying to meet their eyes, before closing his and whispering:
"I do not think I could lose either of you. I won’t."
"Aye," Gimli agreed thoughtfully, as he rubbed his coarse hands over his face, running his fingers through his auburn beard. The dwarf was well acquainted with the consuming pain of loneliness, being too young to join his father’s quest for Erebor and the only dwarf they’d met. Home survived only in his dreams, in the thunderous music, lavish feasts, and booming laughter that made his heart ache and his eyes glisten. Now, these two were all he had, his closest friends, his family.
"We shall remain together." He promised his companions vehemently, the impossible oath warming his heart. Under the tender ripples of moonlight and until the fresh, golden tide of dawn, they basked in the soft embrace of the fire, desperate to rekindle the hope that they had once found in the gleaming eyes and wide smiles of the hobbits, in Boromir’s careful hands, in Gandalf’s chuckle. There they sat, together, until their hopes were renewed in the rays of the morning sun and they dared to live and love again.
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Imagine going on a cross country trip to share the (mildly embarrassing) news with an adjacent king that your guards lost a prisoner, but when you get there- there’s actually a huge crowd of people who all get called into a massive Super Important Meeting. And the prisoner (who you thought wasn’t like That Big of a deal) gets brought up, and everyone’s talking about how great your kingdoms security is, and how important it is that he’s locked up, and you’re just sitting there sweating buckets. And you have to stand up in front of Everybody and tell them ‘actually he escaped and had been gone for months’. While everyone looks at you with the most disappointed faces you’ve ever seen. What a loser.
And Then you have to go on an even Longer trip with all of these people who’s first impression of you was some cringefail sweaty loser who can’t even keep track of one (1) guy.
No wonder Legolas was showing off every chance he got, he was trying to bring his reputation up from like -100
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