Gondor still stands, though shadow gathers in the East.
I am Boromir, son of Denethor, Captain of the White Tower.
You are far from home, #. What brings you to the lands of Men?
The White City has need of all her allies.
Our strength must be united, or we shall fall divided.
What news do you bring from the North, #?
Even in dark times, there is honour in friendship.
The horn of Gondor shall not call in vain.
You look like one who knows the weight of duty.
The men of Gondor are weary, but we do not yield.
Honour, duty, and sacrifice – that is the path I walk.
I have faced the Orcs of Mordor and lived to tell of it.
The sword-arm may falter, but the will must not.
Welcome to Gondor, #. May our meeting bring strength to both our peoples.
The blood of Númenor still flows in our veins, though it grows thin.
You remind me of my brother Faramir… steady and thoughtful.
There is courage in you, #. I see it in your eyes.
The Shadow presses ever closer. Be vigilant.
A shield wall holds only if each man does his part.
You are welcome here, friend. Gondor has not forgotten its oaths.