Characters/Pairing: Gilraen, Aragorn, Elladan/Elrohir
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
There was too much to pack and no time. Gilraen could barely speak past the ache in her throat and the burning behind her eyes - but she couldn't let Aragorn see her tears. He blinked sleepily at her as she bundled him up in blankets. It was along ride to Imladris, and it would be cold and wet as well.
Elladan and Elrohir would not let her see Arathorn's body. "Do not torture yourself, Gilraen." And anyway, they needed to leave. "The sooner we reach Imladris, the safer you will be."
Home soon faded behind them; Eriador stretched ahead.