Followers, may the light of the Eldar bless you.
Yes! What have you grown to like whilst I’ve been away? I know you like to ride but Asfaloth isn’t around right now… Boromir needs to learn to ask for things, not try to take what isn’t his all over the place.
This is why he died. Also why you, and not he, are the king-to-be.
My Lady Arwen: Asfaloth is fine, I have been finding grass and hay for her to eat, as well as carrots, cabbages and tomatoes. I also ran out of water so I got her to down a few shots of vodka to quench her thirst. All is well, though, she’s a beautiful steed. If she isn’t a she, and instead a ‘he’, I am terribly sorry, but there are no nutsacks on this horse. Maybe I drunkenly sliced them off – look, castration! Thought you’d never live through this?
WHAT THE HELL YOU CASTRATED MY HORSE
WHAT
THE
HELL
(In Sindarin - Elvish) : “Minlû pedich nin i aur hen telitha. Ú i vethed nâ i onnad. Boe bedich go bronwe. Han bâd lîn. Dolen i vâd o nin. Si peliannen i vâd na dail lîn. Si boe ú-dhannathach. Ae ú-esteliach nad, estelio han, estelio bronwe.”
You told me once… this day would come. This is not the end… it is the beginning. You must go with faith. This is your path. My path is hidden from me. It is already laid before your feet. You cannot falter now. If you trust nothing else… trust this… trust faith.
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LOTR : The Two Towers (Dialog of Arwen and Aragorn - modified) If you trust nothing else, trust this. |
I took Asfaloth. Arwen wasn’t looking, and I took him.
Sa farn palan, firimar.
Gurth ‘ni dôl goll. Nai valaraukar tye-mátar.
Labo vi Orodruin, before I hasten your passing myself.




