Imladris.
She’d been there, stoking the fires of those dreams. Easing away his cares with her touch, the tender caresses filled with centuries of experience. To her years, he was just a boy and yet all man when wrapped in her slender arms.
Arwen.
Awakening, he faced the cold light of a dawn without comfort, breathing away the ache of his heart with the smoke from his pipe.
Aragorn.