Cue 22:  Breaking one’s word. 

Left Alone

            The Lord Steward of Gondor stood by his Lady, looking upon her beloved face, dimly to be seen past the shroud that wrapped her, holding his younger son in his arms, as his older child peered past his legs.

            “How has it come to this, beloved?” he cried in Quenya.  “Didst thou not promise to be by me always?  How is it that I stand alone, bereft of thy company?  Why do our sons weep at thy leaving?”

              When at last he left the Silent Street, he would no longer use the High Tongues, certain the Powers had forsaken him.