"I remember finding you in Bree," Aragorn begins. "I remember the journey to Rivendell, and the council there, and the matter that was discussed. I remember setting out in winter, and the names of those who traveled with us. I remember nearly leading you to disaster on Caradhras, and I remember the other road we took." He leaves off there -- he has no desire to speak of it further. "We came to Lórien, and we tarried there -- over-long, I fear. I remember leading us down the River, and coming to Parth Galen. And it was there, as I recall it, that the Fellowship was broken."

There is a shadow in Aragorn's eyes, an uncertainty, a grief. What happened on the western shore of the Anduin weighs on him.