Disclaimer: Tolkien made them do this – Kortirion wishes it was otherwise... but how could I not go there!
I do not fear Death; she has kissed my brow before; laid arms of warmth and welcome upon me... until she turned me back towards Life.
This time... she stands, waiting.
A moment, a few moments more... to explain, to affirm my loyalty to him... then I will come with you.
Aragorn kissed his brow, something he could never have done before, placing in chilled hands the warrior’s pledge of steel.
"My Captain… My King..."
Tortured breath rattled and the light of his eyes went out for the last time - the life-house of his body changed from temple to shell.