He cradles his son in his arms and feels like weeping. Did Arvedui weep when he was born, weighed under the same cares?
Such a beautiful child, Arahel, so full of promise and hope, and what has he to offer him? Nothing but a broken kingdom, a broken sword, a forgotten ring...
But these Aranarth gifts him with all his love--his inheritance--for undone they may be now, but they will not always be. This he has vowed.
"You are a scion of Kings, my son," he whispers, "of the mightiest of Middle-earth. One day we will come into our own."
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