"In Whose Mighty Company"
Olórin led him toward a different doorway, and as he came to it Aragorn paused to look back, saw himself still seated on the High Seat beside Elros, Elendil seated at his other side, then looked back to his guide. "Time here is not as it is in the Mortal Lands, nor even as it is outside of this place in the Undying Lands. A part of you is now a part of this Hall, for you are the fulfillment of years of waiting. It was not for nothing Elrond named you Estel, or your people called you Elessar. In you the Song of the Aínur for the greatness of your line has been renewed and brought into full being. A full circle from the greatness of Elros Tar-Minyatur and Elendil the Tall." At which he turned and led into a long passage.
Aragorn was led to another doorway, where he looked in and saw a feasting hall of the Rohirrim, filled with tables and folk, their long hair shining like spun gold, their faces filled with delight. There were calls as they looked up to him. "Ælrich!" "Thorongil!" "My Lord Eagle!" "My brother, Lord Aragorn!" "Come inside and join us!" "Come, Swiftfoot, my brother!" He found himself met by Hama the Door Warden, and greeted by lords and marshals he’d known long before, and a cup of greeting was born to him by a woman tall and slender in whose eyes were no hint of desire but instead sheer joy.
"Westu, Aragorn, hal