Imrahil makes no attempt to hide his sorrow, nor do any of her family.
Faramir is sobbing, and will not be comforted, though he clings to his brother.
Boromir is quieter in his mourning, but still he weeps, shoulders trembling.
Many people have come – those who knew her well, and those who knew her not at all. I see tears in the eyes and on the faces of all who have gathered to pay their respects and see her laid to rest.
And I?
I can find no such well inside me - only a vast desert in which grief echoes.