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"Sauron is not so mighty yet that he is above fear. He fears you, Aragorn."
Who am I to be feared?
I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, descendant of Isildur, son of Elendil. Isildur, who cut the One Ring from the hand of Sauron the Deceiver, and thus ended the Great War of the Last Alliance of Men.
Yet, I am not Isildur. I have spent most of my life devoted to the safety of Middle Earth, to its people, to ensure Sauron would never claim dominion over this world. There were times I wished to intimidate, to frighten, for such emotions are as useful a tool as a sword or a bow.
But I never wished them to fear me.
"He fears what you may become."
My past, my present and my future lie, as they have always, with the One Ring. With its destruction and with it, the end of a reign of terror so long that few remember its beginnings.
But to destroy evil, one must understand evil. And I fear that I already understand far too much of that emotion. And of He who inspires it within me. And now, I within him. I understand all too well that emotion, for it is present in my body every waking hour, tempted to the surface at the mere sight of a simple object we...I seek to destroy. For my own survival as well as that of Middle Earth.
I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Heir to a past that I cannot control and a fate which may lead down paths I hardly dare to tread. To Mordor. To Gondor. To a Kingship that is almost beyond anyone's right to claim, and one which I do not desire.
This is what I fear.