Disclaimer: Tolkien’s legendarium
This moment had always been a possibility. All his life he’d trained to fight, always with this in mind. He glimpsed the bright edge approaching. Time slowed to a crawl. His fingers clenched as he steeled himself to receive it, momentarily closing his eyes...
‘No, no... must face this!’ ...and he forced himself to watch.
Memories flashed through his mind, joys, sorrows, and long, weary journeys... Strider, Telcontar... they were apt names... always travelling, rarely arriving, yet now those memories gleamed as bright jewels.
Nearer... brushing hair... catching his forehead...
Mithrandir placed the crown... after which – Aragorn’s life changed forever.