Disclaimer: Tolkien’s creations
There’s a space between the first sensation and the culmination that can encompass not only a world... but a lifetime. That instant when all that was, and all that could be, coalesces into a single flash that bores through the brain... something bright, precious, agonisingly painful in its intensity...
Aragorn recalled several – his mother’ death, his first kill, his first time with a man, the first time he saw Arwen... that first really bad misjudgement - the cut still scarred his lip.
Now... another... a lifetime of possibilities snuffed out by black arrows... that last heartbeat - dieing under his palm.