The image of the burnt trees flashed into Aragorn's mind, he was back home but the blood and the smell of death and decay were still fresh in his mind every time he had a moment of silence, the sight of orcs raiding villages left and right. He came back to you every time, it was his duty to lead his people in the war against Mordor, yet something kept nagging on him. "I fear the day that I may not return.." He admitted after a beat and sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose.