Source: After the Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s world and all its peoples.
He didn’t feel the presence... not any longer. That was the trouble. What had once been a terrible, but comforting weight upon him, now was a heaviness on his soul. A gnawing, aching, absence... he knew what he missed and why, knew it was for the best, but that was no solace. ‘What can’t be mended, must be stood’ ...who’d said that?’
Bilbo shrugged his blanket around him tighter, nodding before Rivendell’s great hearth.
Frodo shuddered in Bag End’s parlour, despite the balmy summer breeze wafting through the open windows.
And Aragorn... buckled the old vambrace tighter... in silent memorial.