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wheeling
soft words to him,
was the moon
Anórien
The beacons of Gondor are alight, calling for aid.
‘It is long since the beacons of the North were lit,’ he said; ‘and in the ancient days of Gondor they were not needed, for they had the Seven Stones.’ Pippin stirred uneasily.
Tower of Ecthelion, standing high within the topmost wall, shone out against the sky, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, tall and fair and shapely, and its pinnacle glittered as if it were wrought of crystals; and white banners broke and fluttered from the battlements in the morning breeze, and high and far he heard a clear ringing as of silver trumpets.
For partly in the primeval shaping of the hill, partly by the mighty craft and labour of old, there stood up from the rear of the wide court behind the Gate a towering bastion of stone, its edge sharp as a ship-keel facing east.
Yet it was in truth falling year by year into decay; and already it lacked half the men that could have dwelt at ease there.
but the helms gleamed with a flame of silver, for they were indeed wrought of mithril, heirlooms from the glory of old days.
stood a dead tree, and the falling drops dripped sadly from its barren and broken branches back into the clear water.
Seven stars and seven stones and one white tree.
It will be better so. At least he should come unheralded by us.’
‘Yes,’ said Gandalf. ‘If you have walked all these days with closed ears and mind asleep, wake up now!’ He knocked on the door.
tall images graven in cold stone.
see that strange tales are woven about you,’ said Denethor, ‘and once again it is shown that looks may belie the man – or the halfling.
‘Yea,’ he said; ‘for though the Stones be lost, they say, still the lords of Gondor have keener sight than lesser men, and many messages come to them. But sit now!’
nuncheon,
‘I know of them,’ said Pippin softly, ‘but I will not speak of them now, so near, so near.’
Less reckless and eager than Boromir, but not less resolute. Yet what indeed can he do? We cannot assault the mountains of – of yonder realm.
A good lad, I may say. If that pleases you, go down to the lowest circle and ask for the Old Guesthouse in the Rath Celerdain, the Lampwrights’ Street.
‘Halbarad Dúnadan, Ranger of the North I am,’
‘I bring word to you from my father: The days are short. If thou art in haste, remember the Paths of the Dead.’
‘The hasty stroke goes oft astray,’
Bid Aragorn remember the words of the seer, and the Paths of the Dead.’
‘Thus spoke Malbeth the Seer, in the days of Arvedui, last king at Fornost,’ said Aragorn:
‘A time may come soon,’ said he, ‘when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.’
that did not quail, unless it were the heart of Legolas of the Elves,
simbelmynë
the Stone of Erech!’
‘Yes, the Dead ride behind. They have been summoned,’ said Elladan.
He was on a road the like of which he had never seen before, a great work of men’s hands in years beyond the reach of song.
But none have ever ventured in to search its secrets, since Baldor, son of Brego, passed the Door and was never seen among men again.
The way is shut, his voice said again. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.
Now the great cloud hangs over all the land between here and the Mountains of Shadow; and it is deepening. War has already begun.’
Ah! I cannot stand it! Gandalf! Gandalf save us!’
‘Gandalf!’ he cried. ‘Gandalf! He always turns up when things are darkest. Go on! Go on, White Rider! Gandalf, Gandalf!’ he shouted wildly, like an onlooker at a great race urging on a runner who is far beyond encouragement.
For at the beginning Faramir spoke only of the errand upon which he had been sent out ten days before, and he brought tidings of Ithilien and of movements of the Enemy and his allies; and he told of the fight on the road when the men of Harad and their great beast were overthrown: a captain reporting to his master such matters as had often been heard before, small things of border-war that now seemed useless and petty, shorn of their renown.
Yestereve
At best the Red Arrow cannot have reached him more than two days ago, and the miles are long from Edoras.’
‘Say not that he has fallen!’
The Nazgûl screeched and swept away, for their Captain was not yet come to challenge the white fire of his foe.
‘Your son has returned, lord, after great deeds,’
The Rammas
For yet another weapon, swifter than hunger, the Lord of the Dark Tower had: dread and despair.
Prince of Dol Amroth
heathen kings
Fen Hollen it was called, for it was kept ever shut save at times of funeral, and only the Lord of the City might use that way, or those who bore the token of the tombs and tended the houses of the dead.
In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
Rath Dínen.
