Born of Hope Page #2

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While Arathorn made his lonely way into the cold mountains,

Gilraen would await his homecoming

in the fading summer of the West.

Straying at whiles deep into the forest,

to watch for his safe return.

Gilraen!

I will not go far!

Why does she do that?

You know for whom she waits.

She is too young.

But not without wisdom.

My heart forebodes Arathorn will wear

Barahir's ring sooner than expected.

Even so,

I do not think he will long lead the Dnedain,

once it rests upon his hand.

Then do not stand in their way, Drhael!

For if these two wed soon,

there yet may be hope born for our people.

But if they do not,

it may be, in this gathering darkness,

that the Dnedain fall at last,

never to rise again.

Let them have what happiness they may!

You're late!

Where are the others?

Slaughtered!

We were ambushed,

there are Ghostmen everywhere!

They are not ghosts!

Merely Rangers, you coward.

You're as bad as these two!

Did you get it?

These are useless.

You still have not found the ring that Sauron is seeking.

Go back! Find it!

How? There is not enough of us left.

We need time to increase our numbers.

It was a mistake to attack the ghostmen out of the darkness, Shaknar!

I do not make mistakes!

I go now to report your failer to Sauron at Dol Guldur.

Increase your numbers if you must, but send out your spies.

When I return I want to know where he is!

What is it?

I smell manflesh.

That's impossible.

Can't you smell it?

Arathorn! You're back!

You should not come this far into the forest alone!

I know. I

Rangers. Will you not go to them?

They'll find us soon enough.

So, I must hurry,

or miss my chance.

For what?

I hope they take their time.

I train them too well.

My lord?

I wandered too far from the village.

But your captain found me.

I am at your service, my lord.

I shall always be at yours.

Halbaron, escort the Lady Gilraen back to the village.

At once, my lord.

Elgarain. A word.

I'm sorry, my lord.

We could not find you. I did not know...

No apology necessary, my friend.

Have you ever been in love?

No.

It changes your world.

Consumes it with a burning flame

that does not abate.

A light as brilliant and piercing as Erendil's star.

You have been in love.

I have heard it talked of.

So you are in love?

I am to be wed!

Or I hope to be.

And soon if fortune is with me.

I wish you joy, my lord.

Your heart should be filled with joy, Arathorn.

Oh, it is...

yet I fear that Lord Drhael will not willingly give his blessing...

Gilraen is, like you, not yet of age.

I may not have known love,

but I do know that when the heart would command the tongue

no man should stand in the way...

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