And What Shall I Sing?

by Miranda Prosperovna

A series of drabbles; a writing exercise. The briefest of moments and the smallest catches of breath on the wind.

21. For Where Your Treasure Is

For Where Your Treasure Is

"Aragorn," Boromir repeats. "Aragorn!"

Aragorn shakes his head. "My apologies," he says.

"The hobbits are tiring," Boromir murmurs, glancing back at them. "Though they conceal it."

"Another hour," Aragorn says.

Boromir sighs impatiently. "If I thought they could walk an hour, I would not have come to you."

"Speak to Gandalf," Aragorn says. "I wish to press on; there is no good ground south of here."

Boromir drops back, and after a time, Legolas comes up.

"Where are you, Estel?" he says.

"I fear my heart is far away," Aragorn admits at last. "But where it is, I cannot tell."