We carried Boromir's body back to camp and removed the arrows from him before emptying one of the boats and laying him inside with his sword and shield. My tears had stopped before we even reached camp and both Aragorn and I took one of the bracers on his forearms and strapped one to each of our arms. As they were getting his body ready I began to sing.
Y wawr yn torri
Mae'r tyndra yn esgyn
Fy nghyned yn aros
Rwy'n barod i'r siwrbe
Henuriaid yn galw
O fore tan nos
Maen't yn aros am yr aberth
A fudd i'w rhoi rhyddhad
Yn gynnar yn y bore
Lleisiau yn fy ngalw
Yr amser wedi cyrraedd
Ac mae'n rhaid i'm fynd
Wedi treilio amryw flwyddyn
Paratoi am yr eiliad hon
Er mwyn rhoi fy nghorff mewn offrwm
I'r Derwyddon"
My song ended as Boromir's body sailed over the waterfall and out of sight. The Frost people did not have songs of mourning as when someone of the Frost died they returned to the earth and became frost once again. Legolas turned to me with a deep sadness in his eyes.
"What did you sing of?" He asked.
"It is a song about a prince that hears the sounds of a calling from a distant land being ravaged by an army. He sets out on the long journey to sacrifice himself on Y Llyn Du, The Black Lake, as a messenger for the Valar. The prince dies bravely for the freedom of the people. It is sung in the language of the Frost people. We do not have mourning songs. When one of the Frost People die they are returned to the earth and become frost once again."
"It was beautiful. A fitting song for so brave a warrior." Gimli said gruffly. Aragorn wrapped his arm around me in a half embrace. Legolas shoved a boat into the water and made to leap into it.
"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore." Aragorn and I said nothing as we took stock of our weapons.
"You mean not to follow them?" Legolas demanded.
"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands." I told him. Legolas pulled the boat back up on the bank and looked forlorn.
"Then it has all been in vain! The Fellowship has failed." Gimli said sadly. Aragorn leaned forward and placed a hand on Gimli and Legolas's shoulders.
"Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left." He told them.
"Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let us hunt some Orc!" I said with a vicious edge in my voice. Gimli and Legolas looked at each other before grinning.
"Yes! Haha!" Gimli said with excitement in his voice. I pulled my hood back up and replaced my mask before running into the woods, my father, Legolas and Gimli behind me.
I want to thank everyone for reading this first part of this story. I am working on part two called Daughter of Ice and Steel: The Two Towers. I had a wonderful time writing this story and as I said in the beginning. I own none of this besides my OC and her various names, everything else is from the wonderful mind of Mr. Tolkien. As always I would love to hear what you think about the story.