12. Fallen

Loudly the horn-call echoed in the hills, heard even above the voice of Rauros, but help arrived too late. In a little glade he found the tall warrior, his back against a tree, pierced with many arrows. There was time enough for a few broken words of comfort, time enough to put his bloodied sword into his hand, and then he breathed no more.

Legolas and Gimli found them there, one standing bent with sorrow, one prostrate on the ground. Gimli stood silent and choked with grief, but Legolas cried aloud:

"Estel! Estel! What hope have we now without you?"

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Originally written for a quick-drabble challenge on TheOneRing.net.

 *Hides from outraged Aragorn fans* Boromir fans can share the wrath by reading the (slightly darker) expanded double-drabble version of Fallen on my stories page at Ff.net.