Not long before I was born, Isildur the King of Gondor met with the King of the Mountains, who swore an oath to fight alongside Gondor in the battle against Sauron — but he and his men did not come to Isildur’s aid. When the oath was broken, Isildur swore a curse on them; for thousands of years now they have lain in eternal unrest until Isildur’s heir holds their oath fulfilled.
Never have I been so glad to leave a cave as I was then, but I emerged unscathed as the sun broke over Gondor. It is beautiful, so far, but the wilds of this land are full of danger lurking in the shadows.
Though I am so far away, my heart is with you.