Born of Hope Page #4

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in happiness and hope.

But after only a year of joy,

a dark shadow crept back into their lives.

Arador, son of Argonui,

Lord of the Dnedain, found himself in a shallow dell

amid the chill, blinding vapours of the Coldfells.

Run!

Run!

Where's my father?

He's further South.

Go!

Father!

Father.

Arathorn! Arathorn! Awake!

It is nought but a dream! Awake!

No! I saw him! I felt the breath leave him!

Shhh! It's but a dream. A dream!

Oh, Gilraen! Would that it were!

What hope is there for our people?

The line of the Kings hangs by a thread,

I fear it's going to find its bitter end in me.

Arathorn, where is your joy?

Where is your hope?

I will not despair!

Nor would I have you do so.

Arathorn, look at me!

Fear not tomorrow,

for it is not ours to know or to command.

And do not fear that the royal house has reached its end.

It is alive.

In you.

And in me.

There is my Hope.

So a year after the lose of his father

on the first day of the third month

Arathorn and the Dnedain welcomed into the world new hope.

You have a son my lord.

We will name him, Aragorn.

Kingly Valour, that he shall have,

but on his breast I see a green stone,

and from that his true name shall come

and his chief renown

for he shall be a healer and a renewer.

Behold Aragorn,

son of Arathorn,

Lord of the Dnedain!

Scion of Elendil of Nmenor!

The Heir of Isildur!

Hail Aragorn!

Hail Aragorn!

By the valour of the Lord and his Rangers,

the Dnedain had a measure of peace.

And the child Aragorn grew swiftly and happily.

Halbaron

Seems but yesterday that your son Halbarad

was Aragorn's age.

It does indeed, my lord.

I imagine it'll seem the same, Evonyn,

when our son is a man.

That it will, my lady.

How quickly they grow!

And how much they eat to get there!

If there's anything left!

I claim this field in the name of the King!

Seven stars and a crown on a field of blue

In the wind of war the banner flew

Around it the King called men forth

To fight for freedom in the North

Fornost has fallen the herald cried

As Dnedain they fought and they died

A man noble and brave fell from his steed

Trampled by beasts that gave no heed

The king was carried from the fray

As the army of Angmar made its way

Our banner caught in a sea of death

As the kings herald drew one last breath

The banner toppled and fell to the Earth

The enemy howled in terrible mirth

As men ran in fear and cried

The Lords Elladan and Elrohir of Rivendell arrived unlooked for,

and wished to speak with us at once.

Welcome, friends!

What brings you to us this night?

And how fares your father Lord Elrond?

And the Lady Arwen?

Our father and sister are well, my lord.

It was Elrond who sent us hither in haste.

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