Legolas and Gimli found their friend kneeling still beside a tree, and the sight of Miriel saddened them greatly. Gimli allowed the tears he held for Boromir to fall, while those of Aragorn had long run dry. Legolas, so unacquainted with the death of friends, looked sorrowfully upon the second close companion he had seen dead that day.

The three remaining members of the broken Fellowship carried the children of Denethor to the water's edge, placing them and their weapons into the last two Lothlorien boats. Shields at their heads and swords in their hands, they seemed smaller and sadder in death, when both had been so strong in both stature and presence in life. Boromir's sword was broken, and both shield and horn had been rent in two by the mighty striked of the orcs, but they lay with him all the same. Miriel's sword should have been broken, and her shield rent by the evidence of the battle around her. Yet, both remained strong and sure, and her horn was still fastened at her side, unused. Aragorn made certain the dagger she had borrowed from her brother Faramir was tucked safely to her side, for he knew she would wish to keep it with her even now.

They pushed the boats into the river, watching as they moved slowly to the Falls of Rauros, and the ranger remembered what Mirie had told the youngest child of Denethor to do.

Watch for my coming from the tower of guard. Any day you have the time, look to the north, towards the Falls of Rauros, for that is likely the way my path will lead. We will meet again, that I swear to you.

After a moment, the Dunedain began to sing.

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows

The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.

'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?

Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?

'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey,

I saw him walk in empty lands until he passed away

Into the shadows of the North, I saw him then no more.

The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of ,

'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar,

But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'

From the mouths of the the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones,

The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.

'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?

Where now is Miriel the Fair? She tarries and I grieve.

'Ask not of me where she doth dwell – so many bones there lie,

On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky,

So many have passed down to find the flowing Sea.

Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!'

'O Miriel! Beyond the gate the seaward roads runs south,

But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth'.

From the Gate of the Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls,

And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.

'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?

What news of the children of Denethor, for they are long away.

'Neath Amon Hen I heard their cry. There many foes they fought,

His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.

Her head so proud, her face so fair, her limbs they laid to rest,

And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore them upon its breast.

'O Faramir! The Tower of Guard, shall ever northward gaze,

To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.

Once his voice had stopped, the trio watched the boats carrying their closest friends reach the waterfall, and tip over the edge.

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Legolas put the last of his arrows away into his quiver.

"If we move quickly, we may catch Frodo and Sam before nightfall." He and Gimli turned to Aragorn, watching as he finished tying the bracers of Boromir onto his own wrists, and place Miriel's pendant over his own head. The elf understood first. "You mean not to follow them." Aragorn shook his head, eyes darkened.

"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands." Gimli looked down.

"Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has failed." Aragorn placed a hand on a shoulder of each of the other two.

"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 pulled a hunting knife from his pack and strapped it on. "Leave all that can be spared behind.We travel light." He turned back to them, black hair hanging in his face and steely, fierce light in his eye. "Let us hunt some orc." Gimli grinned, and Legolas let out a small smile, glad to still see hope in his friend's eyes.

"Yes!" Gimli shouted, and they raced off into the woods, following the trail of the Uruks.

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yes, I did change the lyrics a bit, but I would recommend watching the video at the top for an idea of how I pictured it sounding.