Aragorn brushed Savina's hair back from her face and gazed down at her; from her face, her death looked like nothing more than an innocent child's sleep, the pool of blood she was lying in told a different story.
Legolas stood slowly and backed away from her body, a look of horror and grief on his face. He was whispering something in Elvish, chanting it over and over.
Gimli let out a howl like a wounded animal and sobbed, quite openly, clutching his axe and looking like a lost child.
Tas stared down at Savina; his innocent face almost unrecognizable with grief and shock, tears streamed down his face and the lighthearted Kender felt for the first time in his life what it was like to feel true sorrow.
Aragorn brushed the tears out of his eyes and carefully laid his cloak over Savina, "we will…" his voice broke, "we will continue soon, we cannot forsake our quest."
No one answered him, they didn't need to, he was right.
Aragorn turned away from the body of the girl he had come to love and stared up the mountain at the sun that was just rising. How ironic that while the sun was just rising, night had fallen on his heart and the hearts of his companions. He wiped his eyes again and took a deep breath, then stopped and stared into the woods, his heart sinking even more.
There was something in the woods, not more than a few feet from where he was standing. That something was making it's way swiftly toward them.
Aragorn squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them and drew his sword, "who goes there?"
As a recognizable figure emerged from the brush, Aragorn gave a cry of joy and threw his sword down.