The Heart of Lamedon

�Only Angbor, Lord of Lamedon, had the heart to abide us. And Aragorn bade him gather his folk and come behind, if they dared, when the Grey Host had passed.�



If I dare? If I dare? How dare he?

But by the shiver in my blood and the blood on my arms, I know. Many years I have sat, in my chair, in my house, peaceably straddling Ciril and Ringló not daring to ask from whence they flow.

Death always lurked out my back door. Now it comes to me.

Death comes down in a cold gale driven by this ragged eagle of a man. For months I have asked for death, or life, but Minas Tirith remained silent; today, this man has brought me both.

Aye; I will dare.