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All of Arda belongs to the Professor. I am just a traveller.
There was little they could do for Gondor’s son.
Gimli piled the weapons of his fallen enemies in the bottom of the boat, and they settled him upon them. The hilt of his own sword they placed back into his hand, its broken blade beside it.
Then Aragorn, who was less of a stranger to death than his two companions, quietly murmured a song of parting while he combed the champion’s long dark hair and cradled his head upon the elven cloak.
If any should meet him on his road now, they would know he was coming home a hero.
for the challenge comb at tolkien_weekly
All of Arda belongs to the Professor. I am just a traveller.
There was little they could do for Gondor’s son.
Gimli piled the weapons of his fallen enemies in the bottom of the boat, and they settled him upon them. The hilt of his own sword they placed back into his hand, its broken blade beside it.
Then Aragorn, who was less of a stranger to death than his two companions, quietly murmured a song of parting while he combed the champion’s long dark hair and cradled his head upon the elven cloak.
If any should meet him on his road now, they would know he was coming home a hero.