Hope of the Dúnedain
Softly in the night
A glow, brighter than sunlight,
Sweeter than moonlight,
The light of the Evenstar.
Calling to me,
Bringing me back
To the world of the living
And the sharp waters.
Floating to shore
I see her
Standing above, lavender dress
Draped across the shifting sands.
She smiles and points
Towards Helm's Deep
And my loyal friends.
"Go, Estel, and may you bring hope. For that is the purpose of the shining star you and I bear together."
Hope.
The word feels caught in my throat, struggling to come to the surface.
How can there be hope?
Frodo is deep in Mordor
My love goes away to the west
And Men are failing.
"Believe, Aragorn. I will be waiting for you in Imladris, my love."
Arwen begins to fade away.
I reach out to grab her hand
And she lightly touches the star
That hangs around my neck
"Arwen. You must go with your people…" I plead.
"Onen i-Estel Edain, ú-Chebin estel anim."
(I gave hope to the Dúnedain, I kept no hope for myself)
"Arwen, please. Do not forsake the gift the Eldar has bornt upon you. I will always love you…" I whisper, trembling at my mother's words repeated.
"That choice is long over, Estel. I have renounced the Twilight. Remember…you still have…Hope."
Hope.
It will lead to peace
Or the ruin of all.