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[osgiliath]

It has been a while since we spoke last, my lady. I know not what you have planned for me, and yet I cannot deny that my heart is gladdened to be given this chance to speak once again.

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[marchwarden]

Will this be your second chance at glory, Son of Gondor?

[osgiliath]

And yet I have no use for glory - not in these dark times.

[marchwarden]

Then what is it that you seek? Something to hope for or a reason for faith?

[osgiliath]

Can a man not seek to attain both?

[marchwarden]

One would hope, but many lack the reason to seek either.

[osgiliath]

And I cannot blame them, if their hearts have succumbed to despair.

[marchwarden]

Nor could I, yet the Realm of Men shall surely crumble if no hope is to be had.

[osgiliath]

There are few who still cling to it.

[marchwarden]

Then shall you be one of the few?

[osgiliath]

For as long as I draw breath.

[marchwarden]

Then perhaps there's still a slither of hope left within the Realm of Men.

[osgiliath]

It is my sincerest desire, that hope, no matter how small or fragile, will carry us through this darkness. I cannot give into despair, not when my men look to me, and not when my father has no kin left to abide him.

[marchwarden]

You seem aware and certain of the path that awaits for you, Son of Gondor.

[osgiliath]

Should I not be? In war soldiers have only two paths they can take - to die with honor, or to continue fighting anew if death has yet to take them. I am aware and certain enough that I shall not be spared from this.

[marchwarden]

Dying with honor for a noble goal is quite commendable, but like you I would rather continue the fight.

No one in Arda shall be spared from the madness that now claim our lands.

[iorhael]

I am sure there are many who would be glad to see you out and about as well.

[osgiliath]

...Frodo. I trust that you are well?

[iorhael]

Better, now that I have seen day light after so long.

How have you been?

[osgiliath]

After so long? Tell me - where have you been, that even daylight has been withheld from you?

[iorhael]

A city the sun never once saw, and where the shadows themselves became hounds that bit and tore.

[osgiliath]

A city more perilous than both Isengard and Mordor?

[iorhael]

[there is a slow smile. Mordor being made to look like a mere walk?>]

I doubt anything could approach either in peril.

[osgiliath]

Perhaps you are right, and yet I cannot imagine a city untouched by the light. Our lands may be covered in darkness, yet one can still cling to the thought of seeing the sun anew.

[iorhael]

The glimpse of a sun will do wonders for one's heart, but so does courage and hope.

Although there was a rare kindness found in the city as well. Your borther was returned.