Though she accepted the apparent truth of his words, they did not seem to comfort her. He had not altogether expected them to. There was much they did not understand and while they remained in this city he doubted they would ever learn the truth. Whatever knowledge Galadriel held, she was not forthcoming.

He nodded, for that he could not argue. It was unsettling to say the least, but it was also not unfamiliar to him. For as long as he had lived he had been around Elves who knew more than what they spoke, particularly of his own destiny. "I cannot pretend it does not irk me a little," he admitted, giving her a soft smile that was about as close to sheepish as Aragorn ever came. "Long have the Elves known more about my own fate than me, however."

When he was a younger man it had frustrated him more, living with Lord Elrond and his gift of foresight. He was accustomed to it now, and it did not cause him the same irritation any longer.