Slow down, little one. Slow down.

[As rambunctious as any Shireling youth, this little hobbit wastes no time hurling question after question at Aragorn. The ranger almost can't keep up with him.]

One question at a time.

[What's that last bit about a white sword? Aragorn arches his brow at that.]

While I possess no mythical white sword, I certainly own a blade far greater than any myth.

[He knows his answer shall leave the Shireling begging to know more.]