Disclaimer: Tolkien created heroes – let us praise them.
A rush of liquid... bourn on breaking waters at birth, life swept him onwards. Bright child, a sparkling brooklet filled with noisy vigour, everything clean and clear. He grew as streams grow, collecting tributaries, gathering strength. Becoming the formidable guardian of borders, battling obstacles to cleave his own path – now a torrent of power, a force to be reckoned with...
But he was struck down; glowing son of the Sunland, bright Blade of the River, Lord of Stone, spilling his life blood for his land.
They gave you to the roaring waters... and the lapping sea gently cradled you home.