What must be given up to give hope to the future?

Before me I see the man I considered my father; though, not my father he says, but a kinsman of long ago. All my life I have known that he could never truly be my father, though it seemed almost that it was so. But no. Not my father.

This life I have lived, this one I believed my own, is not mine at all, he says. Estel I am not.

Everything I thought I had together, everything that was, was brought by ill fate, so it seems. Like the ignorance of my youth that has so suddenly left me, my heart seems so; a void.

But light I have, he says. Light to guide what is truly my kin. Men that have for so long hid in their shadows, watching and waiting for the Eldar Kindred to finish what should have been done so many years ago by a man I now know as my ancestor.

My bloodline that I at first knew not as mine and only that of a distant man, comes to be mine and mine alone. And here. here is where I am and here is where I shall be. For long have I thought what is now untrue to be true.

And now I wonder what must be given up to give hope to the future.