requested by @ohflint ♡
↳ @poedamxron and anon asked:
There was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance. His garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur and he had a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set; his locks were shorn about his shoulders. On a baldric he wore a great horn tipped with silver that now was laid upon his knees.
You have some skill with a blade. The women of this country learned long ago: Those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.
Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur’s heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate. The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness.