Her words kept running through my head. What did it all mean? Was she giving up on me? On her source of hope?

It seemed that all throughout my childhood she had been teaching me along with Lord Elrond. Teaching me of life and the decisions I would have to make. She taught me of my kingdom and of the White City, the throne I could not yet claim.

She also told me of someone called Illuvatar, which in the common tongue means Father of all. He wasn’t a lord like Elrond, He was the Lord. He was a Valar. He had created Middle Earth. He was really the King of all thrones. He would one day give me mine. I was to love Him all my days, and if I did, I would one day see the White Shores. The grey curtain will roll back, she told me, and I will see Him, Brannon, my King of Kings. I couldn’t wait.

Naneth saw Him. One horrible day it seemed like my life would end right along with hers. But I was left behind to live out my days alone. Alone, or so I thought until I met Arwen Undomiel. I fell in love with her at first sight. She was so beautiful, I thought her to be Tinuviel! Little did I know, but we would one day marry… many years later.

Quest and feats I accomplished, always remembering my dear Naneth, and wishing to see Arwen. Then I began to understand what my mother meant by her proverb. I lived to claim my throne and marry Arwen, and one day I found out what my mother meant by what she said all those years ago. Illuvatar was the one thing that never changed. The immortal Elves know that the Valar never changed, but I was only a mortal, and I did not have the wisdom they have. Illuvatar was my hope. He and He alone was supreme and above all. I, Estel, was the hope of the Dunedain, but Illuvatar was the hope of the world. He had enough hope to give away and to share with His children, the Elves and Men. That is the only hope that endures.