It is with great sadness that I stand before you today. For all who knew our great friend, Borimir, are now heavy with grief. He was not an ordinary citizen, but a great hero and warrior who fought with shield and sword to cleave the way to greatness for Gondor. This nobleman helped all with ordinary tasks from farming to smithy. None could understand his death more than his father and brother. They mourn his death and wish for his life. But, alas, we shall never see his blissful face in the middle of a feast, nor the sound of his blade whistling through the air in preparation to protect our land.

But no, these are things we took for granted, we mourn and suffer for these simple things we cherished. Taken from arrow to protect his friends and allies. And these brave companions of our beloved Borimir. With his horn and blade, he made his final stand and was brought down after he brought down scores upon scores. But he has been avenged! And now, we must go and vanquish the kin of the scum that slew our beloved Borimir. And this we promise to you Borimir, on our blood, on our hearts, and on your memory.