Title: Healing

Author: Erandir (striderkingofmen@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Eomer/Haldir

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: See previous two chapters.

"I don't think there is any more I can do."

Eomer was stunned, he did not think Aragorn was the sort of person to give up so easily. "What do you mean there is nothing more you can do?" Both elf and man looked up abruptly, as of yet the rohirrim's presence had not been noticed, "You would just let him die?"

Aragorn let out a sigh and shook his head, "That is not it, Eomer. His body has not the strength to fight off the poison, I have done all I can, which I dare say is far more than any of the other healers could have done for him." The ranger sounded genuinely saddened, and Eomer believed his words.

"Aragorn," Legolas interjected quietly, "There is-."

"No." Aragorn cut him off abruptly, "It is too dangerous."

"You will not even try," the elf argued, "You would let him die though there is something you can do."

"Legolas that is not-."

"I will not sit back and watch my friend die when there is something you can do to save him!" With that the blond prince turned and strode from the room, sweeping past Eomer as if he were not even there. Aragorn looked as though he wished to follow, but he did not.

"What was he talking about?" Eomer asked from his place in the doorway. "What is to dangerous?"

Sighing, Aragorn raked a hand through his hair, "I can..." he paused, searching for the right words, "I can tie someone else's... Life force to his, effectively making the two share the same energy. This would give Haldir enough strength to fight off the poison," the man explained, "But I have never preformed it before, it could be fatal for both if done wrong. I do not want to risk it."

The room was silent for a while, until Eomer limped inside and sat himself on the bed beside the elf's, "He would die anyway," the rohirrim observed, noting how ill the elf seemed to be. Aragorn only nodded mutely. "And you can do this with anyone?" he asked, his eyes still fixed on the unconscious elf, he looked deep in thought.

"Anyone willing," the ranger replied, "What are you thinking, Eomer?"

"I will do it," Eomer said suddenly, "I am willing."

"But... Tis dangerous, you could die."

"I do not care," Eomer insisted, "There is a chance that it will save him, and that is a chance I am willing to take." Aragorn still looked skeptical however, but the rohirrim smiled reassuringly at him, "Enough have died already, Aragorn. Do you really want to condemn him to death as well?"

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Everything was set, everything was ready. It had not taken Aragorn long to explain what the procedure would entail, it was not complicated. Still Aragorn was worried, he had never preformed it himself.

Eomer sighed as he watched the ranger pace, "Come on, Aragorn, let us just get it over with so you may stop worrying." He was getting impatient, each moment wasted brought the elf closer to death; and if the elf died Eomer would never get an explanation as to why he felt he needed to do this.

Finally Aragorn stopped pacing, "You realize you may be connected to the elf forever?" Eomer nodded. "Any pain he feels you will feel, and any you feel he will feel. Anything that effects you will indirectly effect him. You will be, in a sense, the same person."

It was a huge commitment for a total stranger, but for Eomer it was a simple decision, "Just do it Aragorn," the rohirrim was confident, though he did not know why he was willing to bind himself to the elf in such a manner, but he was. "But I have one question. What is his name?"

Aragorn already had one hand on the elf, and he placed his other on Eomer's shoulder, "Haldir," he smiled, and Eomer blacked out.