“Aragorn threw back his cloak. The elven-sheath glittered as he grasped
it, and the bright blade of Andúril shone like a sudden flame as he
swept it out. ‘Elendil!’ he cried. ‘I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and
am called Elessar, the Elfstone, Dúnadan, the heir of Isildur Elendil’s
son of Gondor. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again!
Will you aid me or thwart me? Choose swiftly!”