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He might not visit her grave often, but she was never far from his thoughts.
Aragorn knelt before the slab of stone that bore his mother’s name, nodding reverently to the statue beside it. Gently, he brushed aside the dirt, leaves, and other debris that had accumulated on the headstone. The Elves would never intentionally keep her grave in disrepair, but time passed more slowly for them, so Aragorn made sure to visit every so often to clear off her headstone and bring her some fresh flowers.
He hadn’t had time to make as nice of a bouquet as he wanted, but he hoped that the small bit of blooms and greenery he had collected would serve. Should he return, he would honor his mother properly with the finest flowers he could gather. He placed the bouquet beside her headstone, arranging it in a way he hoped was pleasing.
He closed his eyes, bowed his head slightly, and sent a prayer to her spirit, asking her to help him on this quest and to guide his feet onto the right path. As usual, he heard no response, but felt something warm stir in his chest: a sign that her spirit had heard him and would continue to watch over him on his travels. Others might think it foolish to linger here when his mother’s spirit no longer dwelt here, but Aragorn still remembered his mother’s promise.
She had vowed to watch over him always, whether it was from this life or beyond, and Aragorn knew that his mother was a woman of her word.
He laid his hand on the statue in thanks and whispered a word of farewell before gathering his things and departing the grove, hoping desperately that he would be able to return again.