Envinyatar
In a few swift words my birthright was seized, claimed by ancient right; my most private hopes and dreams stripped bare as the lifeless trees in that bleak midwinter.
Bound by duty and honor, I pledge my sword and strength to this doomed quest. Through long bitter nights I guard my anger and despair, hoarding it as my secret treasure. Yet in the feeble light of lengthening days, I begin to value his wisdom, honor his compassion, yearn for his healing touch.
His warmth steals toward my sullen heart, and I can almost dare imagine a spring of Hope renewed.
"Verily, for in the high tongue of old I am Elessar, the Elfstone, and Envinyatar, the Renewer."
The Return of the King, Book V, Chapter 8: The Houses of Healing
For the "Renewal" challenge