Straying into Dream
"Wake, friend, long have you slept this last morning," Boromir saw Aragorn, his captain, standing above him in the glimmering daybreak. "My heart rejoices, for it has been many nights since I saw you at rest."
Boromir looked all about him, his breath suddenly caught in his throat. "Do you come to me alone, brother? I feel as if some other walked with you that I cannot see, that some voice spoke which I cannot hear."
A sad smile passed over Aragorn's face, and he seemed altogether different from the man he had become in Boromir's eyes over the past weeks. "It was only a bird passing through the branches, sweetly singing its bright birdsong into the morning dawn."
"I should like to hear that song again, if ever we end this fateful trek. I feel somehow lighter than I have in an age, like I could sing up in the eaves as well." He clapped Aragorn on the back and laughed lightheartedly before leaving his friend in favor of the others. When he turned back to let the Ranger catch up, he was no where to be found. Somewhere in the sparkling leaves high above, a bird's silvery tune proclaimed sadly his departure.