"More than words can express," Aragorn admits looking quite sullen. "We're not yet wed but I intend to marry her." Though what good are intentions if all of Arda is plunged into darkness? He still can't believe that Arwen would sacrifice her immortality for him. She could live a thousand or so lifetimes among her kin within the Grey Havens, each time coddled by the love of her doting family. However, she would rather sacrifice all that just to be with him. Aragorn almost feels as if he has nothing to offer Arwen, nothing that could measure up to the eternity she's forsaking.

"It's said that the elves are immortal," Aragorn suddenly begins as he glances over at Finel again. "They were blessed by the Valar, the gods, to be the fairest and the most beautiful of all of Arda. They could live forever if they cast aside their worries but in a cruel twist of fate, many of them became embroiled with men and perished for it."

He pauses for a moment as he regards Finel, his gaze uncertain. "I fear the same fate for her."