{The light of his sword seems to be a deterrent; the vines that are not cut back away from it, understanding, perhaps, that it can do them more damage. Aragorn glances at Nero to ascertain she is in one piece before shifting the light to the undergrowth.}

They would snare you and keep you, that is true, but I know naught what they would do with you after. There are beasts that would consider you a trapped meal and the vines would not be able to guard you as their "prize".

{He aids her in her search, holding his sword aloft so that the shadows around them scatter.}

We have all experienced ill luck; I think you better make yourself accustomed to such.