Disclaimer: Tolkien made it all up and I copied.
Author's Note: For the 'within' challenge.
He does not feel it, but I see a change within him since last he walked these woods. Where before he bore only the shining star of a Chieftain of the North, now I behold upon his brow the flickering sigil of a sovereign crown, white wings swept aloft. Where others see a rough travelling cloak, the eyes of Elves spy upon his shoulder a kingly mantle, rich with gilt and ermine.
He is but mortal Man, but by the sigil at his brow and the hope within his heart I trust him to prevail, this fated king of Men.