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Fate assigned us different roads: You stride to your fate, whereas I sit here – weaving, watching – having already embraced mine when I chose you. Waiting for the day our paths will finally meet. Who can say which course is the harder?
To walk through peril and danger, death a constant foe, an end of hope for Middle-earth? Or to welcome death’s gift with open arms, as hope for Mankind?
I watch you from afar as your life thread unfolds, even as I weave these threads to a sign of hope. Linking the threads. Joining the roads. Uniting the sundered kindred.