You stand against Arnor? Then you stand against the West.
I have no quarrel with you—but I will not hesitate.
Traitorous tongue, sharpened like a blade. I’ll silence it.
You walk the path of shadows. We bring the light.
Your banner means nothing here.
In the name of the North, I cast you down.
Our line endures. Yours ends today.
We rebuilt our walls from ruin. Breaking you will be easier.
You’ll find no mercy in our eyes—only resolve.
The fallen of Amon Sûl watch me strike.
Come then. Test the steel of the Dúnedain.
Your kind once defiled Fornost. This time, we leave no survivors.
You should have stayed hidden in whatever hole you crawled from.
My sword remembers your kin. It hungers for justice.
You threaten what we’ve rebuilt. That’s all the reason I need.
Arnor was broken once. But not by you.
I’ve bled for this land. I’ll bleed it dry of your poison.
Fall back, or fall forever.
Even if I die, you will not pass.
We are the sons of the North. And you are but a shadow.