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  • There are many stories in the history of our world.

  • Most are lost,

  • scattered in the winds of Time,

  • beyond the memory of man.

  • But this story.

  • our story

  • should not be forgotten.

  • Papa!

  • Maia!

  • Run! Maia run. Maia run!

  • We came from the water,

  • It runs through our ancient days,

  • down the long years to this moment

  • coursing through our lives

  • like the bloodline of Kings

  • A swiftly flowing stream

  • of memory and sorrow

  • One drop of water

  • of blood

  • and then another

  • can become a ripple,

  • a river,

  • a rising torrent

  • unstoppable

  • which in time

  • breaks down all resistance

  • to flow free once again

  • on the journey to it's destiny

  • The remnant of the faithful

  • Thenedain

  • the men of the West

  • were scattered and few

  • and beset by many dangers

  • For the Dark Lord Sauron

  • had not forgotten the past

  • and of all the peoples of Middle-earth

  • he held none with more hatred

  • and more fear

  • than thenedain

  • He spread his will amongst his servants

  • and through the long years

  • sought ever to discover if the Heirs of Isildur yet lived

  • so that he might destroy them

  • and the last of his greatest enemies

  • would be lost

  • forever

  • Hurry! Hurry!

  • rhael!

  • Ivorwen! Gilraen! Go! Please!

  • I will not lose you all this day.

  • Arathorn!

  • You have my thanks sir,

  • and whatever service I and my family may provide you and yours.

  • We owe you our lives.

  • As I owe you mine. I thank you, lady.

  • You are most welcome, my lord.

  • We cannot stay here. Where were you bound?

  • I do not know, my lord.

  • Orcs burned our village, and slew our people.

  • Those who were not killed were scattered, I know not where.

  • Dorlad, my son.

  • Struck down as he defended us.

  • We would not leave his body for the cruel sport of orcs.

  • Your son shall have a safe resting place, lady.

  • You will come with us.

  • Arathorn!

  • Arathorn?

  • You know him, father?

  • Yes

  • Or I did when he was but a child.

  • If he is the same man,

  • he is the son of my friend and kinsman.

  • Our chieftain, Lord Arador.

  • Isildur's Heir.

  • What is it?

  • They're after plunder, it seems.

  • But these are but baubles.

  • It is strange.

  • Orcs seeking gold and jewels in the Wild?

  • to what purpose?

  • You're becoming more like him by the day.

  • Is that what he would have wanted?

  • He would have growled at me for letting you take his place.

  • "The wild is no place for my daughter!"

  • But I'm still glad I trained you.

  • So am I.

  • Lord Arathorn

  • They'll bring no news to whoever leads them.

  • Good work Halbaron.

  • Now we must bring these three to safety.

  • We go to Taurdal, our village, Lord?

  • rhael.

  • My wife, Ivorwen. And my daughter...

  • Gilraen.

  • And I am Arathorn.

  • Son of Arador.

  • Indeed.

  • No, no. Do not bow.

  • When you come to my father,

  • you may greet him thus.

  • But for now,

  • we must make haste.

  • A jealous heart finds no room for true affection,

  • though it were standing right behind it.

  • What have I to be jealous about?

  • I saw that look between them.

  • Just as you did.

  • Your eyes deceive you.

  • Besides, it has nothing to do with me.

  • Does it not?

  • No!

  • Nor with you, Dírhaborn.

  • And so Arathorn and his rangers led the grieving family North,

  • past the mighty rivers

  • and through the vast forests of Rhudaur.

  • A land that still enjoyed the watchful eye of thenedain

  • and brought them to his father, Lord Arador,

  • in the hidden settlement of Taurdal.

  • Come, my old friend and kinsman.

  • Let us bestow upon your son the peace and honour he has earned.

  • For I account your loss as my loss,

  • and your grief as my own.

  • Alas, no long sleep in ancient halls of stone

  • for a son of the House of Aranarth!

  • But I will not see your bones dishonoured, Dorlad,

  • when the servants of Evil try again

  • to drive thenedain farther into exile!

  • Farewell!

  • I've come to ask your forgiveness.

  • Long had I thought your feelings for Arathorn

  • no more than a passing fancy

  • and that in time you would turn from them

  • and look around you at last.

  • I did not understand.

  • Until last night.

  • Years I have spent by his side,

  • yet there is a gulf between us

  • that only the flames of a stranger's pyre could reveal.

  • I cannot vie with such beauty and such sorrow.

  • El, any man would be honoured to call you his.

  • I would cause him nothing but grief.

  • We found these after the attack yesterday.

  • It is strange how such tiny things

  • can bring such immense darkness

  • and change into our lives.

  • Lord Arador now had much to contemplate.

  • News of orcs assailing other villages came to his ears.

  • Peaceful homesteads, far from help,

  • were likewise menaced,

  • Taurdal filled as many of thenedain fled their homes

  • and sought safety in numbers.

  • And so Arador led his brave rangers

  • in a quest to rid the land of the menace

  • that had ravaged his people.

  • Yet the most trusted of his men,

  • would not be at his side.

  • How goes the harvest, my lady?

  • Bountiful, my lord.

  • I had expected a little more for my travels.

  • Are you leaving?

  • My father has charged me to seek out the enemy's purpose

  • in the cold mountains of the East.

  • Alone?

  • Yes.

  • A dangerous mission my lord.

  • Indeed.

  • There was a time when such danger would not have moved me

  • and every part of my being would happily travel to the end of the world

  • in service of our people.

  • But now?

  • Now a part of me remains here.

  • And that is my heart.

  • My Lord.

  • I am sorry my lady, I did not mean to upset you

  • I will look to the East

  • and await your safe return.

  • My Lady.

  • With a heart full of joy

  • Arathorn travelled far beyond

  • the fallen cities of Arnor.

  • While Arathorn made his lonely way into the cold mountains,

  • Gilraen would await his homecoming

  • in the fading summer of the West.

  • Straying at whiles deep into the forest,

  • to watch for his safe return.

  • Gilraen!

  • I will not go far!

  • Why does she do that?

  • You know for whom she waits.

  • She is too young.

  • But not without wisdom.

  • My heart forebodes Arathorn will wear

  • Barahir's ring sooner than expected.

  • Even so,

  • I do not think he will long lead thenedain,

  • once it rests upon his hand.

  • Then do not stand in their way, Dírhael!

  • For if these two wed soon,

  • there yet may be hope born for our people.

  • But if they do not,

  • it may be, in this gathering darkness,

  • that thenedain fall at last,

  • never to rise again.

  • Let them have what happiness they may!

  • You're late!

  • Where are the others?

  • Slaughtered!

  • We were ambushed,

  • there are Ghostmen everywhere!

  • They are not ghosts!

  • Merely Rangers, you coward.

  • You're as bad as these two!

  • Did you get it?

  • These are useless.

  • You still have not found the ring that Sauron is seeking.

  • Go back! Find it!

  • How? There is not enough of us left.

  • We need time to increase our numbers.

  • It was a mistake to attack the ghostmen out of the darkness, Shaknar!

  • I do not make mistakes!

  • I go now to report your failer to Sauron at Dol Guldur.

  • Increase your numbers if you must, but send out your spies.

  • When I return I want to know where he is!

  • What is it?

  • I smell manflesh.

  • That's impossible.

  • Can't you smell it?

  • Arathorn! You're back!

  • You should not come this far into the forest alone!

  • I know. I…

  • Rangers. Will you not go to them?

  • They'll find us soon enough.

  • So, I must hurry,

  • or miss my chance.

  • For what?

  • I hope they take their time.

  • I train them too well.

  • My lord?

  • I wandered too far from the village.

  • But your captain found me.

  • I am at your service, my lord.

  • I shall always be at yours.

  • Halbaron, escort the Lady Gilraen back to the village.

  • At once, my lord.

  • Elgarain. A word.

  • I'm sorry, my lord.

  • We could not find you. I did not know...

  • No apology necessary, my friend.

  • Have you ever been in love?

  • No.

  • It changes your world.

  • Consumes it with a burning flame

  • that does not abate.

  • A light as brilliant and piercing asrendil's star.

  • You have been in love.

  • I have heard it talked of.

  • So you are in love?

  • I am to be wed!

  • Or I hope to be.

  • And soon if fortune is with me.

  • I wish you joy, my lord.

  • Your heart should be filled with joy, Arathorn.

  • Oh, it is...

  • yet I fear that Lordrhael will not willingly give his blessing...

  • Gilraen is, like you, not yet of age.

  • I may not have known love,