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if you delay you may find that what should have been spoken

is forever locked in your heart,

and regret your only companion.

Your words are wise

still

The seasons are changing.

Maybe it will bring a change to his heart too.

If it changes with the seasons,

it can only grow colder.

Just hold your ground and speak your heart.

Thank you.

You're a good friend to me.

I would lay down my very life for you.

And I for you.

I am glad you're safe, my son.

You also father.

Halbaron tells me that your campaign against

the orcs has been a success.

Their numbers are indeed few now.

They should not trouble us for some time.

Yet your mind is not at ease.

I now know what they're after,

and that they do not act alone.

They are servants of Sauron,

and he seeks the Ring of Barahir.

Father, they are hunting for you.

It is as I feared then.

I beg you to hide the ring.

Do not wear it!

No.

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But it will lead them straight to you!

Let Sauron send all the armies in this world against us.

I will not hide from who I am,

while I have a breath in my body,

and a sword in my hand.

Forgive me.

There is nothing to forgive, my son.

You have been of great service to me, and the Dnedain.

You are a true heir of kings!

Come now, do not be troubled.

Your mother used to remind me

that the people look upon us for guidance,

that we had to stand fast, no matter what.

Perhaps one day

you will find someone with as much wisdom and beauty,

to counsel you.

You have my blessing, my children.

May your days be long and fruitful,

and filled with hope.

I go now to Rivendell,

where Elrond Halfelven awaits me.

When I return with his good counsel,

then perhaps we shall have a wedding.

Good luck with Drhael.

Lord Drhael...

good morning.

Through the long winter months

the warmth in Arathorn's heart

was only held at bay

by his fear of failing his most important task.

Just hold your ground,

and speak your heart.

Lord Drhael.

I have come to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage.

I owe you my life, son of Arador.

But I do not owe you my daughter.

But I love her, my lord.

I fear deeply the shadow

you cast on my house, Isildur's Heir.

The attention you show my daughter is unwelcome...

By you.

Not by her.

Yes. Therefore it cannot be ignored.

I hope for Gilraen's sake

your father's blood flows through your veins.

If you fail your people,

you will have only the Dnedain to answer to.

If you fail her,

it is me to whom you'll answer.

Was that a yes?

And when Winter had withdrawn it's cold fingers from the land

and passed into bright and early Spring.

Arathorn, son of Arador

and the Lady Gilraen were wed,

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