But is that all that makes your mind unquiet? Aragorn wondered, appraising Boromir with cool grey eyes. He understood the reason Boromir gave, at least. They all felt exposed, out on the empty river.
"I, too, fear that the Enemy has not been idle. We lingered in Lórien over-long." Aragorn's voice was heavy; for though Rivendell was his home, his heart dwelt in the glades of Lothlórien. He felt guilt that perhaps his affection for the place had kept him from pushing them onward as soon as he should have done.
He breathed a sigh. What troubled Aragorn's mind was the choice that lay before him: to press on to Minas Tirith and lend his aid to her wars, or to turn away and guide Frodo into Mordor. His heart longed for the former, and the latter felt like grievous betrayal, and yet he knew that Frodo's quest was of utmost importance. Where would he go, when he reached the Rauros-falls?
"Two pairs of eyes are better than one, and if they will not close in sleep, then at least they may be put to use. Come, share the watch with me. For I am as restless as you."
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"I, too, fear that the Enemy has not been idle. We lingered in Lórien over-long." Aragorn's voice was heavy; for though Rivendell was his home, his heart dwelt in the glades of Lothlórien. He felt guilt that perhaps his affection for the place had kept him from pushing them onward as soon as he should have done.
He breathed a sigh. What troubled Aragorn's mind was the choice that lay before him: to press on to Minas Tirith and lend his aid to her wars, or to turn away and guide Frodo into Mordor. His heart longed for the former, and the latter felt like grievous betrayal, and yet he knew that Frodo's quest was of utmost importance. Where would he go, when he reached the Rauros-falls?
"Two pairs of eyes are better than one, and if they will not close in sleep, then at least they may be put to use. Come, share the watch with me. For I am as restless as you."