The Last Temptation of Imrahil

I was born to rule – lands, cities, men and women. Now I am asked to become greater still.

Belfalas has contented me, and I her. While here in Anórien they stare down the threat of Mordor, we in Belfalas have turned our faces to the bountiful sea and made it our own. But if Dol Amroth sits like a jewel on Gondor’s shoulder, Minas Tirith is its heart.

There my sister was given life; here that life was stolen away.

It is long years now we have served this city and its Steward, the Southern Fiefs yielding to rocky Anórien all our richnesses, and our wills. All to serve this day of war.

And the Realm of Gondor has survived. Today a new sun frees itself from the fume of Mordor to rise over this first morning of my rule.

I would have that rule be remembered as a time when all the people of Gondor opened the doors of their hearts to a healing southern breeze of peace and raised their eyes to the warmth of hope.

I would be remembered beyond Belfalas, and so I will return to her.

I was born to rule, but also to serve.