She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her.
And thus it was. A fourth age of middle-earth began. And the fellowship of the ring… though eternally bound by friendship and love… was ended.
"Every man. Every woman. Should be born, should live, and should die with the taste of freedom forever upon their lips."
"So what’s left to say when every words been spoken?
What’s left to see when our eyes won’t open?
What’s left to do when we’ve lost all hope and
what’s left to break when our heart’s are broken?”
Do not be dismayed. Meet everything head-on. Whether we live or die today is in the hands of the gods. They already know if we sup with them tonight, so fear not. Fight well, and if you fall, surely Odin will take you to Valhalla.