I felt calm, at peace with my choice, until the day it came to my attention that Aragorn was hurt, dying. I do not know how I knew. I reached out for him and I urged him to live, to finish what he had to do. I prayed to the Valar to spare him. A part of me was with him always after that. I knew what he felt. I couldn't explain it and neither could Ada, when I told him. I wish that was all that happened and Aragorn had come home to me, but that wasn't to be.
Ada discovered that somehow the rings fate became tied to my own. I didn't understand it, but I knew that Aragorn needed the re-forged shards of Narsil. Anduril, the Flame of the West and he needed it soon.
closing your eyes to disappear
you pray your dreams will leave you here
but still you wake and know the truth
no one's there
Oh, Valar help us! So much has happened. We came across the Rohirrim, they told us that they'd killed an Orc party and that there were none left alive. I feared so for Merry and Pippin. I grieved for we thought them dead. I could not believe I had failed them as I had failed Gandalf. Then we traveled into Fangorn Forest when I found hobbit tracks leading into it. We came across an old man, the White Wizard. It is Gandalf, returned to us by some miracle. We traveled to Rohan, to the Golden Hall of Theoden, the king, where we found him possessed by Saruman.
Gandalf freed him and we journeyed to Helm's Deep, Rohan's stronghold. Before we arrived, we were attacked by Wargs. I was dragged off a cliff and found myself on the shore. I have no memory of the time between. I think Arwen brought me back somehow, but I cannot explain how. I finally made it to Helm's Deep but found along the way a huge number of Orcs and Uruk-Hai that numbered to at least 10,000 strong.
The people seem almost afraid of me. They seem almost too respectful almost to the point that they ignore my words. Legolas and I had an argument. He did not believe any would survive the fight, that it was folly. And he was right about one thing, many of the people we had were too old or too young and, sadly, many people perished that night, including many Elves. Yes, Elves. Haldir arrived with many Elf warriors. The fight seemed to last forever, but it ended a little after daybreak on the fifth day. It was Gandalf's arrival with the King's nephew and the Lady Eowyn's brother, Eomer that saved us. We traveled to Isengard for Gandalf wished to speak with Saruman and ensure he could do no more harm. It was there Pippin picked up the Palantir. Gandalf took the stone from him but Pippin, the curious rascal that he is, decided he needed to see it again and snuck it from Gandalf during the night. He saw terrible things and was very shaken up about what he saw. Gandalf took Pippin and left that afternoon for Gondor. Then we spent weeks waiting for the signal from Gondor, a call for aid. I only hoped Theoden would answer it, for he seemed reluctant. When I finally saw it, I ran to Theoden. His honor won and he agreed to help Gondor fight. While we were at camp, where the muster was taking place, Lord Elrond came and told me about Arwen and how her fate was tied with the Ring and the outcome of the War. He told me it was now time to become the man I was destined to be, to become the king of Gondor. It was then he presented Anduril. The Flame of the West and urged me to take the Paths of the Dead.
I saddled up my horse and was leaving when my best friend and Gimli told me they would not see me walk into that peril alone, they were coming with me and I was not to argue. So we left, letting all the other men that were in the camp think we were cowards, for we could not tell them of our purpose.