Solatiri cried herself to sleep for the third night in a row. It had been three days since the Fellowship had split up…three days since Boromir died. Her heart still ached and nothing was going to make it better. The only way she was partially able to ignore the pain in her heart was sticking to the quest of looking for Merry and Pippin. But even that could not distract her during the few hours of rest she managed to get.

Aragron looked at Solatiri who was having a restless dream. Her face was red from crying again. He, Legolas and Gimli did not dare say a word to her. Now was not the time to talk to a woman in grieving. Neither would she talk to any of them.

Solatiri stood on the beach at Amon Hen. She looked down the river that she last saw Boromir floating down in the boat he was laid to rest in.

"You shouldn't weep for me", she heard.

Solatiri gasped as she heard that familiar voice. She looked to see Boromir standing above the water across the river.

"Boromir!" she said with tears of joy. "You've returned to me!"

She ran into the water struggling to get to him. The water was slowing her down, making Boromir smile amused. Solatiri wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug as she cried tears of joy. Boromir returned the hug, kissing the top of her head.

"I miss you so much", she said.

"I miss you too", Boromir said.

"Why?"

He looked at her confused.

"Why what?" he asked.

"Why did you leave me?" Solatiri asked. "Why did you leave me here alone?"

"My love, you are not alone. I am right here with you."

She looked at him as she felt his hand on her chest. Solatiri rested her head against his chest. It was almost as if he was alive again. Only thing missing was his heartbeat. All she heard beneath her ear was silence and felt stillness. Boromir kissed her forehead.

Solatiri felt herself being shaken awake. She opened her eyes to see Aragorn kneeling over her.

"Come on", he said. "We have to keep moving."

She sighed and nodded as she got up. The sun was barely rising, marking a new day. Aragorn ran ahead to see if he could spot the Uruk-Hai. He couldn't see them, but used another way to find them. He laid his head against the ground, hearing their footsteps.

"Their pace has quickened", he said. "They must've caught our scent. Hurry!"

He got up and continued running. Solatiri ran behind him and looked back as she saw Legolas stopping for Gimli who was slowly climbing up the hill.

"Come on, Gimli!"

"Three days and nights pursuit", Gimli panted. "No food, hardly any rest. No sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell."

The four of them ran across the fields trying to catch up with the Uruk-Hai. They ran down the mountain until Aragorn spotted something glimmering in the grass. He kneeled down to pick it up and saw it was a leaf brooch, one only from the Elven cloaks the Fellowship wore.

"Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall", he said looking ahead of them.

"They may yet be alive", Legolas said looking at the brooch.

"Less than a day ahead of us", Aragorn said looking at the tracks. "Come."

Solatiri and Legolas looked back to see Gimli falling behind as they kept running.

"Come, Gimli! We're gaining on them!"

"I'm wasted on cross-country", Gimli said. "We Dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous over short distances."

The Fellowship stopped as they looked at the golden grasslands ahead of them.

"Rohan", Aragorn said. "Home of the horse-lords."

"No", Solatiri gasped.

Rohan was the last place she had ever wanted to see again. Especially after her stay at Edoras. She never wanted to return.

"There's something strange at work here", Aragorn said looking at the Rohan countryside. "Some evil gives speed to these creatures, sets it will against us."

Legolas ran ahead using his keen eyesight to spot where the Uruk-Hai were going.

"Legolas!" Aragorn called. "What do your Elf eyes see?"

"The Uruks turn north-east", he answered. "They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!"

"Saruman…"