he tosses another log onto the fire. The moon is high in the dark night sky, and the fellowship are resting. He does not know that you lay awake by the stone of the mountain. He stares into the fire, humming a tune to himself. Eventually, the humming turns into soft singing.

'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar, But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'

Merry stirs in his sleep, and Aragorn suddenly stops singing. He sits in silence by the fire.