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The man, the elf and the dwarf returned to camp, carrying their fallen comrade. As they put Boromir down on the ground, Aragorn thought about the brave man's final words. With his dying breath, Boromir had confessed to attacking Frodo, to which Aragorn had merely listened. Heck, they had all wanted to attack the little runt, so the man of Gondor's actions were in no way evil.
Together, the three prepared a funeral of sorts for their friend. Laying him in one of the remaining boats, they also placed his sword, his cloak and the broken horn of Gondor with him. Then, they sent him down the river, watching as the boat was whisked away by the rapids and finally over the falls.
"So...." Legolas started, glancing at Aragorn with a look of slight fear in his eyes. "Do you need to be..... comforted?"
"No," Aragorn replied matter-of-factly.
"Thank the Valar," the elf mumbled under his breath, relief and pride returning to his posture.
Gimli cleared his voice. "Not to break up this touching moment, but must I remind you two that we have friends in trouble?"
"Oh yeah, we should catch up with Frodo," Strider looked to the opposite bank of the river, where another one of their boats now sat docked.
"Um, I think Frodo and Sam can take care of themselves," Legolas stated, but secretly he just did not wish to go after them and put up with the hobbit's ramblings any longer. "I think we need to go after Pippin and Merry. I mean, they HAVE been captured by giant Orcs, you know."
"Too true," the man mused. "All in favor of hunting Orcs, say 'aye.'"
The vote was unaminous, and so the three set out to find their stolen companions. Along the way, Aragorn and Legolas heard a noise, not quite horrible, but strangely melodious. When looking around, they realized that it was coming from Gimli. He was humming a familiar tune. The other two soon caught on, and before long, the woods were alive with a trio of voices singing in honor of Frodo.
"He's a lumberjack and he's okay. He sleeps all night and he works all day"
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The man, the elf and the dwarf returned to camp, carrying their fallen comrade. As they put Boromir down on the ground, Aragorn thought about the brave man's final words. With his dying breath, Boromir had confessed to attacking Frodo, to which Aragorn had merely listened. Heck, they had all wanted to attack the little runt, so the man of Gondor's actions were in no way evil.
Together, the three prepared a funeral of sorts for their friend. Laying him in one of the remaining boats, they also placed his sword, his cloak and the broken horn of Gondor with him. Then, they sent him down the river, watching as the boat was whisked away by the rapids and finally over the falls.
"So...." Legolas started, glancing at Aragorn with a look of slight fear in his eyes. "Do you need to be..... comforted?"
"No," Aragorn replied matter-of-factly.
"Thank the Valar," the elf mumbled under his breath, relief and pride returning to his posture.
Gimli cleared his voice. "Not to break up this touching moment, but must I remind you two that we have friends in trouble?"
"Oh yeah, we should catch up with Frodo," Strider looked to the opposite bank of the river, where another one of their boats now sat docked.
"Um, I think Frodo and Sam can take care of themselves," Legolas stated, but secretly he just did not wish to go after them and put up with the hobbit's ramblings any longer. "I think we need to go after Pippin and Merry. I mean, they HAVE been captured by giant Orcs, you know."
"Too true," the man mused. "All in favor of hunting Orcs, say 'aye.'"
The vote was unaminous, and so the three set out to find their stolen companions. Along the way, Aragorn and Legolas heard a noise, not quite horrible, but strangely melodious. When looking around, they realized that it was coming from Gimli. He was humming a familiar tune. The other two soon caught on, and before long, the woods were alive with a trio of voices singing in honor of Frodo.
"He's a lumberjack and he's okay. He sleeps all night and he works all day"