{Drabwurld. The name is filed away in the back of his mind as she comes nearer. He even forgets to properly breathe until her hand - her warm hand - touches his cheek. For the first time since he heard the terrible news concerning her health, Aragorn breathes a sigh of relief.

She's the same. Her life isn't leaving her. He has time to see the war through.

With a smile, he covers her hand with his own and turns his head to kiss her palm.}

I feared I would never lay eyes on you after Lord Elrond informed me of your fate. {His free hand seeks out her cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb.} I fight for you. No matter where you go, I will do all in my power to bring an end to the darkness.

{He is aware there are other choices for her. The selfless part of him prays she will travel with the other Elves and live, yet he is a man. There isn't a day he doesn't miss her - and he knows that ache will continue even if the war ends.}