Dearest Nelrianthor
In the waning hours of my life, I pen these words to thee, my dearest and beloved son, Nelrianthor.
The sky is darkened by the smoke and ash of the battle that surrounds me. I know that my time is short, and my wounds are mortal. I feel my strength ebbing away, and the cold grip of death creeping closer with each passing moment.
But even in these final moments, my heart is filled with pride and love for thee, my son. Thou hast shown thyself to be a worthy successor to the name of Sylthienlor, a skilled warrior and a wise ruler. I know that thou wilt continue to serve our people with honour and distinction, and that the name of Sylthienlor will endure for many generations to come.
Know that the Dwarves are coming to assist us, but alas, their aid shall come too late to save me. Do not mourn my passing, my son, but celebrate the life that I have lived, and carry on the legacy of our house.
I am proud to have been thy father, and to have fought in this great battle. Remember always that the fate of our people is in thy hands, and that I have the utmost faith in thee to lead them to glory and victory.
With these words, I bid thee farewell, my beloved son. May the Valikar watch over thee and guide thee on thy journey.
Thy loving father,
Lord Gorlith Sylthienlor
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