18. Weary Beyond Joy Or Sorrow? - by Imhiriel
Like a puppet with cut strings, he crashed to his knees beside it.
Trembling with more than fatigue, his hand crept forth, combing a lock from the still face of the figure laid there.
Gandalf touched his shoulder.
The leash on Aragorn's composure snapped. His head jerked up, eyes raging. At the intrusion. At what this day had cost, the dearest price here before him.
Then, with strained, grief-racked sounds, he accepted Gandalf's sheltering arms.
A/N: The title (without the question mark) is from RotK, The Battle of the Pelennor Fields.
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