The Two Towers (The Lord of the Rings, #2)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

‘Hill. Yes, that was it. But it is a hasty word for a thing that has stood here ever since this part of the world was shaped.

‘Alas!’ he said, ‘that these evil days should be mine, and should come in my old age instead of that peace which I have earned. Alas for Boromir the brave! The young perish and the old linger, withering.’

The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure. How shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate?