Doubt
Aragorn rode into the small copse and dismounted. Rivendell was a day’s ride behind him. Not far enough.He clenched his fists. What could he do, except comply with Elrond’s wishes?
Aragorn understood the righteousness of it. He accepted it.
A life for many lives. A life for a world saved, for a throne won.
His heart said this was more than just. The same heart that could not bear the thought that his love would one day kill his beloved. The same heart that was determined to win that prize nevertheless.
Who was he to know what was right?