"A summer morn,
when air was fresh,
the sun was shining bright.
I granted was,
by Seyella's will,
a bitter foresight."

Mattie sung through her tears. Her face showed not emotion, apart from her tears. They flowed down her cheeks quickly, and she did not bother wiping them away, for others would soon take their place. Each tear's path seemed to make a scar on the young hobbit's face. How she hated to sing the song, the traditional song sung at funerals, in Hobbiton. The song that brought much tears and sadness, and every time it was sung, it was like a shadow draped over the sun, veiling it from all happiness and things green.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, but did not turn. She did not care who it was. It would not be him. It would not be her beloved Ferdirand. It would never be him. He would never touch her, talk to her, comfort her again.

The hand was removed, and the person sat beside her. The house was filled with muffled sobs, and the air was thick with tears and sadness. Mattie just stared at her brother, her beloved, sweet, caring brother's face. His cold, stony, bare, pale face that would never smile, laugh, talk, again.

"Mattie," the person she had now identified as Faramir Took, her best friend. She did not answer, nor did she move. She stared at her brother's face. Faramir reached over and took her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Though she could not see it, he was mourning also. He had always considered Ferdirand as a fellow sibling, as they had all been very close.

Faramir took his hand off hers and laid it in his lap. She felt a new burst of tears come on, but she did not sob. She saw out of the corner of her eye, blurry because of her tears, people began to file out. Some came over and patted her on the shoulder, while some nodded at her. She did not look up. She could not look away. This was her brother's last day to touch air. Her last day to see him ever again.

Soon, only she, Faramir, and Elanor Gamgee stood in the room. She saw Faramir look over at her, and smiled slightly. She returned it, and excused herself. Mattie still sat on her chair, staring at her brother's face in his coffin, set upon the coffee table.

"Mattie, I am so sorry," Faramir whispered. She finally tore her eyes away to look into Faramir's. Deep chocolate brown ones, filled with sorrow and pity. Pity that she hated.

"Do not pity me," she whispered. Faramir looked confused. "Mattie-I'm…" he broke off, and sobbed. Tears fells down his cheeks, his face full of sorrow. She also felt a new rush of tears, but made no sound. She silently took Faramir into her arms and rocked him back and forth. She did not know if this was for his comfort or for hers. He cried into her shoulder, and she cried into his.

He finally pulled away, and took one last look at Ferdirand. "My brother," he whispered. "We will miss you." He got up, and squeezed Mattie's shoulder. She looked back at her brother, and as soon as she heard the sound of the door shutting and Faramir's footsteps faded away, and collapsed next to the table.

She sobbed and cried. She put her arms on the table, and buried her face in them, sobbing. She looked up at him, her tears still coming endlessly. She reached in, and took his cold, limp hand. She stood and sat on the coffee table next to his coffin, and took it to her cheek. She let tears fall, covering Ferdirand's hand. She sat there for what felt like years, ages. Finally, the tears stopped, and her breathing slowed. She put his now moist hand back to his side, and looked at her clock. She had only been there for 15 minutes, when she felt like she had been crying for hours, days.

She took her hand and stroked his cheek. She held back another spur of tears, knowing if she started now, she would never be able to stop. She removed her hand and tucked it in her lap.

"You did not deserve to die," she whispered. She looked to the ceiling and beyond and screamed, "HE DID NOT DESERVE THIS!" She put her face in her hands, and a tear fell to her lap.

She uncovered her face, and slowly closed the coffin. She took one last look at her brother's silent, gray face, and closed the lid.