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Gimli could see that Legolas did not understand. Legolas would have remained
close to the Man had he not been coaxed away by Gimli's claim to need help in
sorting the knives and swords that they had taken from the dead orcs. Despite
the Elf's many long years, grief was new to him, and the ways of Men were
strange to both of them. "Let us leave him to his sorrow and walk to Parth Galen
to get the boats," the Dwarf advised. Finally Legolas agreed, although Gimli
could see that it pained him to leave Aragorn mournful and solitary beside the
bier.
When they returned with the remaining boats, they found Aragorn bent double with
weeping, crouched on his knees next to Boromir. The dead Man's torn vest was
clutched in the Ranger's hands and his gauntlets lay upon the ground at his
side. Legolas started to go to him, but Gimli held him back with a hand upon his
arm. "Let him be," he said quietly, so as not to draw Aragorn's attention. Had
their task been less dire, he would have suggested to Legolas that they rest for
awhile apart from Aragorn, letting the Man grieve in his own time.
Since they could afford no such luxury, Gimli began to pile the swords of their
slain enemies into the prow of the boat that would bear Boromir down the falls
of Rauros. Eventually Aragorn quieted and rose, beckoning Legolas over to help
him place Boromir in the boat, with his head resting on his elven cloak and the
cloven Horn of Gondor lying in his lap. Aragorn knelt to comb Boromir's hair,
brushing it gently from the still, peaceful forehead, and Gimli could not help
but think that it would have made Boromir glad to know the other Man cared for
him so tenderly. The Dwarf turned his eyes away from the loving look that
Aragorn bestowed upon their dead companion, glancing at Legolas to find that he,
too, had lowered his gaze.
After they had rowed the funeral boat out into the river and cast it loose, the
three companions watched together as Boromir floated by peacefully. Aragorn made
a gesture unfamiliar to Gimli, though he had offered a similar tribute to the
radiance of Galadriel when they were in Lórien. As they rowed back to shore,
Aragorn sang a hushed funeral dirge in a voice choked with tears, and Gimli did
not look at him.
"Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.
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ven watching him felt like being a voyeur. Such were the thoughts of Gimli
after the three remaining companions carried Boromir's body on a makeshift bier
to the shore of the River of Gondor, where Aragorn insisted on tending to their
fallen comrade by himself. Gimli would have aided him in pulling the arrows from
Boromir's ruined body, yet he knew that Aragorn needed to be alone with his
suffering.
His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to the water brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;
And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.
O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze
To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days."
