Characters/Pairing: Gilraen, Aragorn, Elladan/Elrohir
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
It rained all the way to Imladris, steady and cold and dreary - like the thoughts circling in her head. Gilraen huddled in her cloak, only vaguely aware of her horse's movements as it followed Elrohir's in front of her. Behind her, Elladan held Aragorn safe beneath his cloak, and behind him trailed a handful of Rangers, all there to guard Gilraen and Aragorn, to see them safely to Master Elrond.
Gilraen shivered. At home, they would have buried Arathorn by now, and raised a muddy mound over him - the only marking a Ranger's grave would receive in these dark times.