"If he was like Lord Elrond - and he must have been - he was an excellent King." he looked thoughtful, choosing his words with care, "He has told me I take more after Elendil, Isildur's father. The people of Gondor loved Elendil and he brought them peace before Sauron struck him down. I would be honored to follow in his footsteps."

He saw the fire and he smiled faintly. "I will not go to Sauron willingly or in one piece if I have my way."

Aragorn knew he would fight to the death if he felt that Darkness. He had no desire for the power the Ring had to offer.

At least no conscious desire. It was his subconscious that concerned him.

The snort made his smile grow and he was careful not to jostle Maedhros as he sat down.

"I am honored beyond words." he met the gaze that felt so wise, so knowledgeable and so intense, wondering what Maedhros saw in him to make him so certain, "Fight with me in the light and in the dark. I am not ashamed of your company."