I have doubts, and I have fears. I will never have regrets. The
long road to the place I now stand was perilous and hopeless, but we
struggled through. Now a new duty faces me, and I have risen up to meet
it. My heart is racing; I have been a soldier all my life, and now the
mantle of king is suddenly passed to me. I take a deep breath, to reassure
myself that this is how it should be. All ready I knew that this would
happen, unless I died before it could. Why must it have happened so
suddenly, though? Why couldn't it have waited until I could have been
given a little more guidance?
I must sound so selfish. It is ridiculous of me to be so. I hope to soon have a beautiful, loving wife by my side, who will help me through my failures and my triumphs. Perhaps this wife will be from Dol Amroth; I suppose I can only hope. I have friends, and some family left; what more can a man ask for? Peace of mind? But no, I will not think this way. It is my duty as king to protect the men, women, and children of my land. Whether elderly or young, sick or healthy, wealthy or poor, I have given a promise to keep them safe.
Now the gates of my city stand before me. I dismount from my horse, taking the time to brush out his mane and tail before I return to the throne. Stepping out of the stables, the sunlight reflecting off the roof of the building I now rule from blinds me momentarily. With a sigh, I walk up the steps. Muttering a quick prayer to Illuvatar and his Valar, I ask them to grant me the wisdom to make good decisions for my people this day.
I could spend hours thinking of the things in my life where if this or that had happened everything would have been so dramatically different. But I am starting to come to terms with this event. As I sit on the throne, I ask myself who I am, though. Really, who am I? I am not my predecessor, and I never will be, though perhaps I may be remembered as well as he. I know he wanted me to sit here now, in his place, and that gives me faith. Lifting my chin, and sitting up proudly, I ask myself again. Who am I?
I am the son of Theodwyn and Eomund.
I am Eomer.
I must sound so selfish. It is ridiculous of me to be so. I hope to soon have a beautiful, loving wife by my side, who will help me through my failures and my triumphs. Perhaps this wife will be from Dol Amroth; I suppose I can only hope. I have friends, and some family left; what more can a man ask for? Peace of mind? But no, I will not think this way. It is my duty as king to protect the men, women, and children of my land. Whether elderly or young, sick or healthy, wealthy or poor, I have given a promise to keep them safe.
Now the gates of my city stand before me. I dismount from my horse, taking the time to brush out his mane and tail before I return to the throne. Stepping out of the stables, the sunlight reflecting off the roof of the building I now rule from blinds me momentarily. With a sigh, I walk up the steps. Muttering a quick prayer to Illuvatar and his Valar, I ask them to grant me the wisdom to make good decisions for my people this day.
I could spend hours thinking of the things in my life where if this or that had happened everything would have been so dramatically different. But I am starting to come to terms with this event. As I sit on the throne, I ask myself who I am, though. Really, who am I? I am not my predecessor, and I never will be, though perhaps I may be remembered as well as he. I know he wanted me to sit here now, in his place, and that gives me faith. Lifting my chin, and sitting up proudly, I ask myself again. Who am I?
I am the son of Theodwyn and Eomund.
I am Eomer.