Aragorn wiped age old tears from his eyes. He turned from Boromir’s body; he could not bear to see it any longer. The man looked majestic, even as he faced death. Aragorn could not help but think he was responsible for Boromir’s death. If he had been there seconds earlier, perhaps… perhaps Boromir would have been spared. He heard the soft patter of footsteps and the heavy clunk of boots. Aragorn could not face his comrades.
“He has… fallen…” Aragorn said, to the ground. He heard Legolas leap over to Boromir. Gimli shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.
Aragorn straightened up and turned back to wear Boromir’s possessions lay.
Legolas returned, a grave expression on his face. “An amazing man, he was,” Legolas said, softly. Aragorn opened Boromir’s pack and rifled through it, trying to hold back tears. He pulled out a pack of lembas bread. He noticed a piece of paper attached to it. He pulled it off and noticed it was addressed to someone.
“To The True King Of Gondor” it read. Aragorn opened it, carefully.
“My Lord,
I now realize, even in the wake of certain death, that you are the true king of death. I cannot contain myself, Aragorn, it calls to me. I will try to take it from the hobbit. It is cowardly, foolish and terrible to do, but I must. Every moment I see it, I can almost feel my father pushing me to take it. I will take it and flee. I need it. Forever more, you shall be king. Though you are the king, I still shall save Gondor with its power. I know that I can wield its power. Try not to stop me, ’tis already done. Nonetheless, you are and will always remain the king of Gondor. Long live the true ruler. If I do fall, save Gondor. It is my last wish.
Rule well, my lord,
Boromir”
Aragorn read it. Tears poured from his eyes.
“What is it, Aragorn?” Legolas asked, quietly.
“It is nothing, Legolas,” Aragorn said, crunching up the letter in his hand, “It is nothing.”