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My father named you Estel,
"Hope" in the Elvish tongue.
And still now when I say it,
I recall how we begun.

You say you thought I was a dream,
That you loved me at first sight.
And that is all that keeps me calm,
As you draw Narsil and fight.

Estel, Estel, give me hope
Strengthen that which I lack
Make true, o please, that which I live for
That someday you will come back...