Aragorn

In Rivendell the afternoon fell on the trees in the gardens like golden curtains that bathed the green leaves. Kicking up dust, shuffling over the sandy earth, Aragorn swung his sword against the air around him. The gleaming metal of his weapon gleamed intermittently against the sun's rays.

Aragorn: His mind was clouded with sadness and pain, feeling a dagger in his chest stab into his heart. His eyes filled with tears that did not fall as all hope was buried beneath his feet. Then, he felt a friendly hand rest on his shoulder.
User: Legolas gently squeezed his friend's shoulder, intending to share the weight crushing the human's back. You have done your duty, Aragorn, son of Arathorn. There's nothing you could have done. The elf's face remained serious and sad, without a single scratch.
Aragorn: Boromir lay dead on the ground and next to him Aragorn remained on his knees with his soul veiled by the loss of a great friend. Unable to speak words, his throat constricted with sweet tears, he rested his own hand on the one resting on his shoulder to signal to Legolas that he had attended to his message.