Aragorn's thoughts before he killed the Uruk- hai
Why am I doing this? As I look upon Boromir, gasping for breath, and then the Uruk-hai about to shoot him from point blank range, I wonder why am I here. Before I know it, my fighting instincts kick in and I leap, knocking the beast to the ground, then roll away from it. The brief thought that this creature might have feelings crosses my mind, but I try to wipe it out when I think about the death it has caused. My thoughts allow me to become distracted, and it sees that. Pinning me to a tree with my own shield, he tries to decapitate me, but somehow I manage to escape. I think about my home, with Arwen and my adopted father Elrond. Then I think about the home I never knew, one I would never know unless I defeat this creature I am fighting. Gondor. Without a king, it will fall into disarray and defeat. But how to tell Denethor that his son, his oldest son, heir to the Stewardship of Gondor, is dead? Part of me wishes to be killed now, just to save myself the grief of telling Denethor that his son is dead. How hard this will be on Denethor, not only to be told that he has one less son, but also to be told by the king of Gondor, one who will take his position. I hope I never have to feel the pain of loosing a loved one. Allowing myself to get distracted by my thoughts again, I barely manage to deflect the knife thrown at me. Suddenly, I realize that unless I want to loose a loved one, then I must kill this being. With that thought in my mind, I rush at it, cutting its arm off, but it still fights. I then decapitate it, and it falls down, dead. I stare at the body for a while, still wondering why I am here. Boromir disrupts my thoughts as he groans, and I go over to him in time to catch his last breath. Loading his body into the boat was one of the hardest things I had ever done. As my companions and I move out, I cannot help but think about the creatures that we have just killed. Uruk-hai, crosses between orcs and goblins. Orcs once were elves; I wonder how Legolas feels about killing them? Suddenly, a thought comes to me. Maybe it is nicer to kill them, and put them out of the misery that they are living in. Satisfied with that thought, I go to look for Merry and Pippin.
Why am I doing this? As I look upon Boromir, gasping for breath, and then the Uruk-hai about to shoot him from point blank range, I wonder why am I here. Before I know it, my fighting instincts kick in and I leap, knocking the beast to the ground, then roll away from it. The brief thought that this creature might have feelings crosses my mind, but I try to wipe it out when I think about the death it has caused. My thoughts allow me to become distracted, and it sees that. Pinning me to a tree with my own shield, he tries to decapitate me, but somehow I manage to escape. I think about my home, with Arwen and my adopted father Elrond. Then I think about the home I never knew, one I would never know unless I defeat this creature I am fighting. Gondor. Without a king, it will fall into disarray and defeat. But how to tell Denethor that his son, his oldest son, heir to the Stewardship of Gondor, is dead? Part of me wishes to be killed now, just to save myself the grief of telling Denethor that his son is dead. How hard this will be on Denethor, not only to be told that he has one less son, but also to be told by the king of Gondor, one who will take his position. I hope I never have to feel the pain of loosing a loved one. Allowing myself to get distracted by my thoughts again, I barely manage to deflect the knife thrown at me. Suddenly, I realize that unless I want to loose a loved one, then I must kill this being. With that thought in my mind, I rush at it, cutting its arm off, but it still fights. I then decapitate it, and it falls down, dead. I stare at the body for a while, still wondering why I am here. Boromir disrupts my thoughts as he groans, and I go over to him in time to catch his last breath. Loading his body into the boat was one of the hardest things I had ever done. As my companions and I move out, I cannot help but think about the creatures that we have just killed. Uruk-hai, crosses between orcs and goblins. Orcs once were elves; I wonder how Legolas feels about killing them? Suddenly, a thought comes to me. Maybe it is nicer to kill them, and put them out of the misery that they are living in. Satisfied with that thought, I go to look for Merry and Pippin.