Summary:A drabble about Aragorn's thoughts at the end of his life. Written for B2MEM Day 10

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. He had everything he had ever wanted: he had been happily married to Arwen for many years and their children were noble and strong. Gondor was flourishing, and evil creatures had almost disappeared from the land. Yet he had lost much. His father, whom he did not even remember. His mother. Halbarad. Many elves who had sailed. More recently, Eomer and Eowyn had died, and then Merry and Pippin, and finally Faramir. He was an old man now, and it would be time soon to give back the Gift.