For Lanthiriel, who wanted a first meeting with Eowyn and Arwen.
Fear should have died before the Black Gate. And yet the field seems set again for the clash. And as before, there was little time to prepare, nor room to maneuver now. Things shall unfold as they will.
Shield and Standard, steel facing the star of kings: the one has delivered victory, the other, hope; the one sees him as in a mirror, the other knows the depths of him. Ah, they speak!
"I am glad you are come," both say at once, then laugh. And happily embrace.
And Aragorn breathes again, relieved. Hope has once more won the day.