For the tolkien_weekly "Loving Companionship" challenge.
Legolas knows where to find the Dwarf: Gimli stands, leaning heavily on his axe, over the simple headstone marking the grave where Frodo and Sam lie.
"You knew we were like to find them already gone," he says softly.
Gimli grunts, says nothing for a long moment.
"I knew. And yet I hoped..."
Legolas rests a hand wordlessly on his shoulder.
"Only we two left, now," Gimli mutters. "And this Dwarf's old bones ache."
The Elf chuckles. "Then why are you standing on this windy headland? Come..."
They turn and walk slowly away downhill, together.