"I may not have many years to my spirit, but nonetheless I swear to follow you my captain, my kinsman, my king."
Such sincerity. Bearing the honesty of this Ranger, Aragorn, greater in his years and hard-earned wisdom, beheld this wanderer kindly as his heart wailed on. And it was always so. Though in these meadows, the fragrance of fat honeysuckle wafted sweet, and Elessar, struck by loyalty, dared not grieve as Farion shone. After all, the honeys clung to that hair of his, and in his eyes shone flecks of sunlight as the blossoms gleamed bright. “Then I count myself most fortunate,” he at last settled on saying. “And so to kinder years do we head to now. I shall see you there beside me, and no where else may you be would so gladden me.”













