A/N: Heartfelt thanks to Cressida for her help with the title!

'So be it.'

Rage surges in me as your words resound in my ears, even though it has been long since you uttered them. Your eyes look into mine in defiance again, bright and clear.

I master it, but my thoughts are upon you…

My son. Strong as the Anduin, fair as Ithilien, wise as the White City. A pillar of nobility no lesser than the Argonath.

'If I should return, think better of me, Father.'

Swift and elegant is the ride of the Swan Knights…

I shall tell you what I think of you when you return.

Ride, Imrahil…ride…