Born of Hope Page #3

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and for you, Arathorn,

to lead the Dnedain by secret ways to other lands,

and flee this encroaching danger.

It is late my lords, we will speak further in the morning,

Let us find you somewhere to rest.

Elrond Halfelven is wise,

and sees much that is hidden

or has yet to come to pass.

I will consider his words,

and take thought for my people.

Let your decision be not long delayed.

With every hour that passes,

peril draws closer.

I understand. Rest well, my lords.

Rest well.

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Do not say it!

I will not be parted from you.

Yet it is wise counsel.

If danger closes in on us once again,

you and Aragorn must be protected.

All the Chieftains of the Dnedain have been fostered for a time in Elrond's halls.

I myself spent years there as a child.

I will not leave you.

I will not!

We know where he is!

Good.

Come with me.

Elgarain!

Halbaron saw you leaving.

Something I should have done a long time ago.

Without goodbye?

Ever since your father's death,

I've made it my duty to look out for you.

I owed it to him for his years of service,

and his friendship.

When you wanted to take his place, I alone supported you.

For ten years you've been by my side,

yet now, when I need you most,

you would leave me?

You need eyes and ears in distant lands,

and the Ranger post at Hithlin is unmanned.

Hithlin?

But it is so far!

I release you from your duty.

I will burden you no more.

You have never been a burden.

Elgarain, you have only ever been a friend.

you're like a sister to me.

You have a family.

A wife and son who need you.

Protect them.

Do not bid me stay!

Please.

I will not hold you here if you wish to leave.

But I do not understand.

And for that reason, I cannot explain.

Forgive me.

Lord Arathorn! Your counsel is needed.

Arathorn. The Enemy is on the move!

Safe journey, my friend.

My Lord. The orcs are on the move.

Lord Elrohir bid me to say this:

"The decision has been made for you."

Call my captains to me.

War is at hand!

Well met my friend.

It is time.

But while the Lord of the Dnedain

and the Sons of Elrond laid their plans,

the orcs, by stealth and cunning,

were nearer to the village than even Lord Elrond had foreseen.

Did you not forget something?

What would I have forgotten?

To tell me you were leaving.

Lord Arathorn needs our help.

Yet whether he rides to Rivendell

or leads the Dnedain to safety elsewhere,

you will not stay.

I cannot.

I see that now.

I go to free my heart of him.

Would you not welcome such news?

Indeed I would.

For you are ever in my thoughts.

Did you never know or guess this?

You've always been kind to me.

Kind?

No, Elgarain.

I love you.

I have done for years.

When you knew I loved another? Why?

Because in time I knew you would be wise enough to let him go.

And now I have.

Only to run from me.

El, do not run.

Come with me.

I will.

Elgarain! Flee!

You cannot hold them off alone!

Hurry, warn the village!

No!

You must warn them,

for the Dnedain

go!

We will see each other again! Go!

My lords. My lords!

We shall not wait for the orcs to make their advance.

We will evacuate the villages,

but we will bring war to them in the Wilds,

wherever they may be.

So let the servants of Evil beware!

To arms! To arms!

To arms! To arms!

Halbaron! Our enemy is upon us!

The forest Drhaborn fights to delay them orcs everywhere!

Rangers, to me!

Are you injured?

No.

Gilraen, where is your son? Where is Aragorn?

Aragorn!?

Go to the Hall!

Arathorn! Fall back, fall back!

There! He's the one!

Behold your fate.

Your house has ended!

Papa... Papa, papa!?

Two dogs must die today!

Gilraen!

My lady, go inside!

I will not leave you!

Papa, papa!

The Dnedain prevailed.

But a heavy price was paid for their victory.

Forgive me.

For what?

For my envy

because he chose you.

Elgarain!

Arathorn, I...

Save your strength my friend.

I failed you.

No. No, you did not.

My family is safe because of you.

Your father would be so proud.

I found my heart today.

And now it is lost...

He was leaving with you?

I will not lose it all.

You must live.

And Aragorn must live.

We cannot lose our hope!

Elgarain.

Elgarain!

How many more must fall?

How many?!

Too long the servants of evil have ravaged our people

and this once-proud Kingdom of Arnor.

Men of the West!

The Shadow grows longer,

and its cruel arm reaches ever toward us.

But we cannot lose hope.

A time will come when the Dnedain regain their strength,

and banish evil from these lands forever.

Until then,

we have a duty to safe guard our people at all cost.

So, arise, Dnedain!

Remember who you are!

Let our enemies once again flee before us!

And let no orc leave this forest alive!

Gather your rangers. You men with me!

I will come back to you. I promise.

Then Arathorn, son of Arador,

Lord of the Dnedain,

led his people in a great and valiant onslaught,

and the servants of the Enemy quailed.

Arathorn, wait!

Now the line of Kings ends!

The line is not broken.

There is still hope!

They will return, Gilraen.

They will.

Lady Gilraen! Lady Gilraen!

Lord Arathorn is hurt!

Has he spoken?

Only your name, my lady.

Gilraen?

I'm here. I'm here!

Here is my joy.

And there is our hope.

Aragorn, Chieftain of the Dnedain!

Then the Lady of the Dnedain bid farewell to her kin,

and to all her people,

for to protect the last children of Nmenor

she bid Halbaron disband Taurdal

and the Dnedain to find safety in small secret settlements

in the depths of the forests of Rhudaur.

The Heir of Isildur was brought to Rivendell

for his fostering and safekeeping.

And that is how you are come here to Master Elrond's house, little one.

I will not for many long years call you Aragorn.

For your name must be forgotten.

Less the enemy learn you live

and all we fought for is lost.

For the last time then.

You are Aragorn,

Son of Arathorn,

Chieftain of the Dnedain

and the Heir of Isildur.

But for now,

Estel,

you are simply our Hope.

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