It is with such great sadness that I watch my sons ride out, on another road, for another purpose. They desire to ride to war, with my foster-son's kin, for the Dunèdain received word from him.
"Father," they said, "If Sauron is destroyed, we wish to be there, we must be part of it."
But I think of words just spoken by another.
'The quest will claim his life.'
"And if the quest fails?" I sigh, knowing their answer, as I have always known their hearts.
"We will die to protect this world." They speak together, each as confident as the other.
So I will lose my sons to the love of the man, to whom I almost lost my daughter, but how can I blame them? This earth is the only home they've ever known.