Forget us not

Aragorn looked around his uncle's house that had served as his home for the last five years one last time. He did not know how long he would be away years, maybe even decades. At this moment, he had no wish to see those far-off places he had been told about, but it seemed to be his fate that he always had to leave that behind, which had become familiar.
He had already said his farewells and now there was nothing left to do that would prolong the inevitable.
Just as he was about to leave the house, Halbarad came up to him and pressed a parcel into his hands.
“Do not open it just yet, cousin, for it is something to cheer you up on the road.” he pulled him into a fierce hug, then whispered, “Promise me that you will not forget us”.