For Elena Tiriel, who asked for a drabble about the oath-taking at the Hill of Awe.
And so Éorl led Cirion then before his people, and he spoke thus, in the Northern tongue: "Éothéod, among you I am first in honor. But here is one better, Cirion Boromirsson, for he fears not to swear friendship before the gods themselves. Therefore in your name I have said: here stand I by Gondor forever. Shall I be foresworn?"
And with one voice they cried: Næfre!
Hwelc spell, hlaford? ... Sprecath ús! —What news, lord? ... Speak to us!
Næfre! —Never!
Næfre! —Never!