I serve the North, and now I serve you, #.
Your cause is just, or I would not have drawn my blade.
Say the word, and I shall march to the ends of Middle-earth.
I’ve patrolled the wilds of Eriador. A battlefield is almost restful by comparison.
We stood guard in the ruins. Now we march for something greater.
The sword of Arnor is yours to command.
For the White Stars of the North! For the King!
I’ve fought Orcs in the Coldfells and wraiths in the Barrow-downs. What’s one more battle?
I follow orders. Simple as that.
The Dúnedain have wandered long. Now we fight to reclaim what was lost.
Tell me where to strike, and I’ll not falter.
Your foes will learn the North is no longer broken.
We march with honour. No coin can buy that—but it helps.
We’re not like the soldiers of the South. We don’t run when things get dark.
I swore an oath to defend the realm. That oath includes you now, #.
Lead well, and we shall follow without fear.
This shield once guarded Fornost. It will guard you now.
I see strength in you, #. Let us forge a new path together.
A sword from Arnor does not dull. Nor does its will.