A very short story ... my first fiction on LotR
Sorry for the mistakes but English is not my mother tongue !
Enjoy reading ;-)
Once was a man who could not escape to his duty and who knew it. His father died when he was only two years old. Because of the danger in the country, her mother decided to refuge with him in a sanctuary in order to protect him from evil things.
The wise man who lived there rescued him as one of his own folk, that indeed he was in a part, and taught him every custom of his kin.
There, surrounded by loving and wise people, he grew up and became a young man full of promises. He was named with the local word for 'Hope' but when he was twenty years old, the man he considered as his adoptive father explained to him who he was really.
The last heir of a glorious king, dead a long time ago, leader of an heroic folk almost disappeared...
And the last hope for the world of Men ...