He was a Man from Gondor - eldest son of the Steward - who joined the Fellowship of the Ring when we departed from Rivendell. His love for Gondor was clear from the first moment, yet there came a time when he told me that he could not see hope any longer.

The Orcs and Uruk-Hai shot him with many arrows. He took down many of their number regardless and I was only able to arrive in time to be with him when he died.

{Losing someone who was his brother in a racial sense had been difficult.}

I promised him I would not let the city fall. It was the first time I acknowledged...my ancestry. He told me he would have followed me.

{His voice quavers a little.}

There is hope. Not only in me or those of great renown. It exists in those who fight and refuse to give in.