Character: Aragorn. Page 1

We are on the edge of a precipice, where hope and despair are akin.

But you know, éomer, she loves you for real, me - no. For you she knows and loves in me only a shadow, a dream, a game of their own imagination.

I'm not a maid, I'm kind of Eorl. I can sit in the saddle, with a sword and not afraid of pain nor death.
- What are you afraid of, Madam?
- Captivity, - she said. - I'm afraid to live life under lock and key, afraid to wait for a day when fatigue and years will reconcile me with jail when hope to do great will disappear, will be forgotten and cease to stir the heart.

- I'm afraid now he'll strike faster than planned!
- Who is in a hurry, often on target.

To see the ruins that are always considered powerful and invincible, is in itself a heavy punishment.

- <...> Be careful!
- When I was careless during these long years? she asked Aragorn.
- Yes, perhaps, were not. That's a shame to stumble at the end.

- Dawn is close, ' said Gamling, who stood beside him. But I facilitate, we will not bring.
- The dawn of man always means hope, - has objected Aragorn.

Once he was great. Profound knowledge, a keen mind, skilled hands. He is now more powerful. Much knows and can do. He has power over souls. Wise he will persuade, intimidate the weak. Even now, when he was defeated, hardly in this world anyone could speak to him without fear.

The work is not over, even if hope had faded.

- Now I've heard everything now! Halflings, little old North naryshkinyh songs and tales. But we not in a fairy tale! We stand on green grass, under the bright sun!
- Not a hindrance, ' said Aragorn. - Those that come after us will be legends of our time. We stand on green grass, you said. But how about green grass is not sung in songs? But you go through it awake, in the bright light of the sun!

- Is this the only way? he asked.
- What would you prefer? - turned to him, Aragorn.
- Direct, clear to all, even if it is studded with swords!

The world is full of evil forces with which your strong walls and sharp swords have Affairs is not necessary. You said that the North is enjoying peace and freedom. But what would know of the peace and freedom of the peoples of the North, if not we? One fear Shadow already broke them. But when the desert hills and from the sunless thicket in the valleys are the dark ones - we cast them away. Who would dare to travel the roads, who would feel safer at home or in the field, who would sleep in your bed, if the dúnedain were left in the dream or descended into the grave? And yet we hear words of gratitude less often than you. Travelers escorted us sullen looks, the peasants give a contemptuous nicknames. To one fat man who lives at the bottom of the path from monsters, only from the sight of which he would stop the heart and which can easily wipe his village off the face of the earth, it is only necessary for us briefly to remove the guards - now, for the fat man I - a suspicious rascal, "the Bum-More-Step"... But we don't want to change anything. When ordinary people are carefree, when he had nothing to fear, he remains free, and this is important.

The river is such a trail, which at least will not go astray.

Do you remember what I told you?
- You said you will link your fate with mine, abandoning the immortality of his people.
And I change my mind. I would rather share a mortal life with you than live all ages world alone.