Thread:Maltalidenta Kwuitidherali/@comment-26258526-20160319234055/@comment-26295802-20160321015258

Travian Sackett wrote: That gets Arandel's attention. "Your...." Herendil sighs, and lifts up his head enough to look Arandel in the eye "Your father was my friend, my companion, and my squire. He did more for me then you could ever know. Who convinced me to join the Knights of Numenor? Who convinced me to become a sea-captain? Who tracked me down in the wilderness and convinced me to fight for the elves, when I would have rather remained in hiding? Who had enough sense to take aboard the lovely woman beside me when I didn't think it wise? Who engineered the plan to save her when she was captured by corisairs.

Lad, your father saved my life more then I can count.... and he's the only reason I have Itallie with me today.

I'm sorry, Arandel, but your father is no longer with us. I was ambushed in the Mountains of Mist, and he saved my life - sacraficing his own in the process... He lies now in sleep embalmed deep within the crypts of Khazad-dum, where Durin burried him in a tomb fit for a king."