Aragorn nodded numbly. He knew Shadow would want him to go. His mentor believed he would be a good King, he would not let his Elf down. It was the only thing he could do for Shadow now. He laid his Elf gently onto the bed and walked towards the door. Glancing at the peaceful still form of his mentor once last time, Aragorn closed the door and started for his own chambers to prepare for the council of Elrond.