What hope remains for me?
The Steward turns to look at me, his gaze both stern and sad. My heart leaps. It were almost as if l looked upon the Lord Aragorn. I sense great strength within this man too, and rare nobility.
He gently smiles upon me; his grey eyes kind and insightful. I see an inner pain there too, reflecting mine own.
Maybe Lord Aragorn is not the only man of worth?
Another drabble, for the "There and Back" challenge.
