5. Aragorn: Eos
In the distance I can see the glowing embers of the dying pyres, around them the mourning people are cast in the long shadows of the setting sun. The air is still heavy as are many peoples hearts, the sky a March-gray.
The stone of the white city seems to glow lightly in the evening sun. To me this monument of strength has never lost it's splendour, it's people had. They were the gray mice living among the spirits of the mighty lords of long ago, living in the great halls of yore. They were ashamed, afraid that they could never live up to those standards. Afraid that they were to nibble on whatever glory that had been left. Yet in there shame they were strengthened. To see their city crumble, no, to see their fellows crumble made them all the more determined to destroy the evil and regain the glory of old.
I am proud of them, of my people, for I dare not think of what the outcome would have been if not for them. When I look at them now, I do not see despair or pretended conviction, I see hope. True hope. It has always been there but ever it was hidden away. There strength lies not in numbers or military force. It's their determination. To have lived so close to the dark lord for so long and still stand firm, still believe in a future is what gave them their future. A future for the next generation. They may be proud of their ancestors. I am.
And as I watch the embers die down, I think of the days ahead and know that it has been a long struggle and there is still much rebuilding to be done, but for now, we will rest more soundly in the knowledge that in the morning the sunrise will wake us, and no fumes from the east will be there to veil the light of dawn.
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