Aragorn had stood on the beach since his arrival, finally having put his sword away. He was dirty and bloody from the battle that had just finished before he had arrived here. It was done. Over. The ring had been destroyed and peace would finally reign Middle Earth. But he was not there to see it come about. Nor to see Arwen again. He never admitted out loud to missing her, but his heart was hers and he didn't see that changing, until he arrived here. With his disappearing like that, he doubted she would wait for him. She had waited long enough and her father could not be happy with her.
He noticed Isabel arrive and he offered her a smile. "Thank you, Madam, for your kindness," he said.