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Put aside the Ranger. Become who you were born to be.
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Arwen: Nach gwannatha sin? Ma nathach hi gwannathach or minuial archened? (Is this how you would take your leave? Did you think you could slip away at first light — unnoticed?)
Aragorn: Ú-ethelithon. (I will not be coming back.)
Arwen: Estelio guru lîn ne dagor. Ethelithach. (You underestimate your skill in battle. You will come back.)
Aragorn: Ú-bedin o gurth ne dagor. (It is not of death in battle that I speak.)
Arwen: O man pedich? (What do you speak of?)
Aragorn: Edra le men, men na guil edwen, haer o auth a nîr a naeth. (You have a chance for another life, away from war, grief, despair.)
Arwen: Why are you saying this?
Aragorn: I am mortal. You are elfkind. It was a dream Arwen, nothing more.
Arwen: I don’t believe you.
[Aragorn holds open his hand, revealing Arwen’s Evenstar.]
Aragorn: This belongs to you.
[Arwen closes Aragorn’s hand around the jewel.]
Arwen: It was a gift. Keep it.
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