Finel can do nothing but give into the impulse to reach for Aragorn's hand, giving it a gentle, sympathetic squeeze. If there is something he understands all too well, it's the pain of separation.

"Then I pray that we may bring a swift end to this war, so that you may be reunited with her soon."

The gesture brings him half a step closer, craving nearness and touch. His heart hurts more for Aragorn now, knowing that there is no real reassurance he can offer; there's no way of knowing how long they will be here, in Fellden.

He feels his brows knit together. "You mean that if you are wed, she would lose her immortality? Simply for loving a man?"