"Aragorn!" I call.

No answer. I look around.

"Aragorn?!" I call again.

The battle is over swiftly but there were some losses. I knew this would happen. I had an early warning. I should've told them all this. I should've told them everything. Why didn't I? Somehow I feel like this is all my fault. I see an orc. I grab him.

"Where is Aragorn?" I hiss. 

"He's dead." The orc hisses.

"What?" Gimli asks. 

"Took a little jump off the cliff!" The orc drops dead.

I let out a breath. I notice something gleaming from his hand. I find the Star. I take it. Is it really true? I turn. I run to the cliff. Nothing. No body. No Aragorn. I grip the Star. The light is still strong.My breath falters.

"Is he really dead?" Gimli asks.

"I... don't know." I say. 

"Never mind that. We must get to Helm's deep quickly." King Theoden says to us.

I nod. I place the Star in my pocket.

"We must move out!" Theoden yells.