2. Behold the King
Behold the King
The young Steward approaches with the crown; I am taking his place, yet he offers it willingly, his eyes filled with devotion.
I speak the words of my forefather, bringing together past and present.
I take it from him, but do not crown myself. I call rather for Frodo and Gandalf. Today, all are hailing me, but without them there would be no crown to offer. Gondor would lie in ruins under the Dark Lord's dominion, while I would be dead, or worse, enslaved by him.
For many long years have I longed for today. My dreams, though, will only be fulfilled if Arwen is beside me as my wife and Queen. Dark will be my days if I am doomed to rule alone.
I scan the sea of faces. So many are here and yet so many are not. Would that my mother had lived to see this day! If only Halbarad were here and Théoden King. Their blood bought my triumph dearly.
I kneel before the Wizard in humility. Gandalf places the crown upon my head and speaks a blessing. The crown weighs heavily upon me, reminding me of the many burdens I now bear.
New strength courses through my veins. I feel the burden of my long years of wandering lifted. Today, I am reborn as Elessar, Envinyatar. I show my true face at last, the heir of Elendil, the rightful King in whom the blood of Númenór runs true.
Faramir, his face alight with joy cries aloud, "Behold the King!" Shouts of acclamation fill the air as trumpets sound.
The sea of smiling faces gladdens my heart. They are my people now. I will protect them as a loving father protects his children.
May the Valar grant me wisdom to rule them with justice and compassion!
But when Aragorn arose all that beheld him gazed in silence, for it seemed to them that he was revealed to them now for the first time. Tall as the sea-kings of old, he stood above all that were near; ancient of days he seemed and yet in the flower of manhood; and wisdom sat upon his brow, and strength and healing were in his hands, and a light was about him. And then Faramir cried: 'Behold the King!' - The Return of the King - J. R.R Tolkien
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