Disclaimer: Tolkien’s grave and lordly King-in-waiting... Kortirion’s scruffy Ranger.
Sometimes, Aragorn yearned to withdraw, like those strange beasts of Harad that looked like walking rocks, until they packed themselves tightly into their shells, impervious to the outside world.
His mother had wanted him to turn into hope for his people. Adar wanted him to turn into a king, as did Arwen, their only hope of being together. But sometimes... a hearth and home, a Northern woman like the firebrand Halbarad took ...although she left; they’d fought, argued... loved... he’d watched a little enviously. But his fate was always to change into somebody else – Estel, Aragorn, Thorongil, Strider... who next?