He has never come by the mountain ways before. Always before, he came south by ship, or crossing the river at Poros with armed company.
He remembers the dusty air below, breathes deep and feels the mountain air burn – thin, thin and dry . Everything is dry here – the mountains shadow the land, and hold back the rains.
And he can see the land better now – leagues of brown earth, striped with green ribbons where rivers trickle toward the sea.
He can see clear from here. A good omen, mayhap: for Aragorn would read the riddle of other men’s hearts.