Not frustrated grief like Boromir.
Not numb grief like Frodo.
Not angry grief like Gimli.
Not bewildered grief like Legolas.
Not stunned grief like Merry.
Not open grief like Pippin and Sam.
Aragorn’s POV
I can’t remember how many years I knew him. I still find his death hard to accept. It was so sudden. He is gone.
The Fellowship must still go on.
Lead them on, Aragorn!
His words still echo in my mind. He had faith in me as a leader. Yes, had. Everything is past, for he is gone now, and the Fellowship must go on. I tell Legolas to get them up. Boromir tells me to give them a moment. The Fellowship is exhausted, weary and grieving. I tell Boromir that by nightfall the hills will be swarming with orcs and that we must reach the woods of Lothlórien. I also tell Boromir, Gimli and again Legolas to get the Fellowship back on their feet. I go over to Sam and help him to his feet. Legolas helps Merry up, who takes Pippin’s hand.
Frodo is standing a short ways off. He looks at me, understanding that we must keep moving on. I think he may feel Gandalf’s death the hardest. He looked to Gandalf for strength and guidance. I can never take Gandalf’s place, but I must do my best to keep the Fellowship together.
I take one last look at the east gate of Moria. Farewell, Gandalf. I will lead the Fellowship on, though I will never be able to repay you for saving the lives of us all. Your death will not be in vain.
~Fin
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