First line belongs to Baranduin. Written for the drabble meme on LiveJournal.

Damage

"So much damage."

Aragorn sighed. "So much woe. We have gained victory, but at what cost?" His murmuring was lost in the chilly and dark room of stone. He wrapped more blankets around the unconscious hobbit, a desperate attempt to warm the shivering body. Only dark curls and a glimpse of that tiny pale face were visible.

Aragorn ached, stroking the hobbit‘s curls. Frodo had paid the highest price of them all.

The hobbit did not wake, but his hand wandered until it found Aragorn's, and Frodo clasped it before he fell into a deeper sleep that promised healing.