Ties That Bind

“They are injured,” Legolas said, “and sore of heart.”

Aragon clasped the elf’s shoulder. “Aye, you are right. We shall have to bear them.”

The archer bowed his head. “Legolas?” Aragorn questioned. “Are you hurt?”

He met the ranger’s gaze; bright eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“I fear my heart too heavy for my steps to bear it hence, yet go we must,” his once lilting voice was full of pain. “He was not supposed to fall.”

“He would beg us not to grieve, but go on and bring the rest to safety.”

The elf nodded. Aragorn turned away.

“Boromir!”