Source: RotK – Houses of Healing
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s... not Kortirion’s.
I had seen them before, to travel swiftly one must use the Great River – but always the Argonath filled me with awe... and trepidation. Unseeing eyes, warning hands, but most of all, the crumbling helms they wore – my forefathers, my family... ancient monuments near-forgotten, built to mark the limits of the realm, to warn away...
Somehow, it felt as if I trespassed. I knew my welcome would be difficult for the proud Hurinion... but it was never my desire to see them laid so low.
One I’d hoped for... one is beyond hope... the last... I must give hope to.