So this is my newest story. I've had a few weeks at school to get used to life and started typing this up yesterday. but the computer deleted my second chapter so updated will take a bit longer than first anticipated.
Disclaimer: not mine. sorry to disapoint. and please reveiw!
Easing his pack, Strider looked about him. They had come far today and he looked forward to some hot water, although it was doubtfull there would be a fire tonight.
It wa the second day out from Moria and still Gandalfs death was heavy on them all. He tried to look out for them all, but it was hard, and often too, he would need to put the others emotions to one side and focus on taking them to the Elves, where they could rest. But now, he was ready to let them stop, and this they all did, immediately dropping their packs and filling their water. Strider, ready to continue walking for longer than he had been, was loath to relax yet. Going to Gimli he murmered "Do you think we could have a fire? For unless you saw Orc tracks, I feel warm drink and fire would cheer us all." Gimli nodded, "I did not see any reason to not have a fire, but ask Legolas and Boromir too." Strider nodded, then, clapping Gimli on the shoulder he said, 'I thank thee for your support, Gimli. You have been most helpful to me, and I wish I could thank you more. Maybe later, you will get what you deserve." The dwarf seemed to blush, "Thankyou Dunudian, it is good to know I can be of help."
Smiling, Strider crossed the tussock to Boromir and Legolas. "Friends," he bagan. They looked up and Strider was shocked at the pain in their faces, "Do you see any reason why we cannot have a fire tonight? It would bring a measure of cheer to us all and I have not seen orcs lately."
Boromir snorted, "I guess two days ago was a long time for you then? How could you force them, us, to continue while you know we are in grief? Do you think you can do what Gandalf could not? Do you feel no sorrow? No pain at his going? Are you immune? You are no king and if you drive your people this hard you never will be!"
By the end, Boromir was shouting and Legolas was shying away. Sighing, Aragorn squatted down, " Boromir, I can never hope to take Gandalfs place. I do not want to. We cannot mourn forever and we can cry while we walk. We must get to the elves, now more than ever, and to do that we must keep walking. Is moving one foot in front of the other too big a price to pay for our safety and to carry news of Gandalfs passing so he may be remembered in style? You have not answered my original question yet. Can we have a fire? You are upset Boromier, let the question pass."
Legolas leaned forwards as Aragorn slotted himself between them, leaning a crying Boromir against him. "We can have a fire, Estel, and hot drink, tea if you have leaves. No-one should speak to you like that, even if they are upset. The rest of us believe in you, Estel. Gandalf did too. He said to me once, while you were on watch. You are more a leader than we will ever be."
Strider smiled. "Thankyou. I have not seen you weep, nor heard you sing, It may take too long to go to the Elves and wait for them to sing. Tomorrow, we shall talk?" As legolas nodded, Aragorn hugged him thankfully, then he eased of a now dozing boromir and said, "Now to get the fire going."
AN2: reveiw people! I had fun writing this, especially the Boromir yelling bits, so please let me know how much you enjoyed it, or not.