Ok, that most certainly made me cry, all of it. Each and every part. I thought I was going to get away with just watery eyes, but no, you did me in. Lovely.

Never will I see the White Tower, or hear the City’s silver trumpets without recalling the man in whose eyes the glory of Gondor shone bright, for my memory is long, and he will ever be in it.
*bursts into tears*