Disclaimer: Tolkien’s entirely admirable conceptions... Kortirion’s extrapolations
Notes: "...still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North. The left hand of each was raised palm outwards in a gesture of warning; in each right hand there was an axe; upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown." FotR
It is decades since I'd looked on the Argonath. I can admit now, it had humbled me – an emotion I did not care for... but I was young. I never returned – my gaze turned East to the coming peril... or West to the glorious past. Statues of crumbling kings, ancient times, ancient realms... what where they to me?
Now... my thoughts turn inward, I too am a scion of that past.
Hopes become ashes in my mouth. A son lost, another... who must be sacrificed... There’ll be none to build monuments to the Hurinion – let us all crumble to dust.