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Much that was strange about you I begin now to understand. Will you not tell me more. For it is a bitter thought that Boromir died, within sight of the land of his home. No more can I say than I have said, answered Frodo. Though your tale fills me with foreboding. A vision it was that you saw, I think, and no more, some shadow of evil fortune that has been or will be. Unless indeed it is some lying trick of the Enemy. I have seen the faces of fair warriors of old laid in sleep beneath the pools of the Dead Marshes, or seeming so by his foul arts. Nay, it was not so, said Faramir. For his works fill the heart clsah loathing; but my heart was filled with grief and pity. Yet how could such a thing have happened in truth. asked Frodo. For no boat could have been carried over the stony hills from Tol Brandir; and Boromir purposed to go home across the Entwash and the fields of Rohan. And yet how could any vessel ride the foam of the great falls and not founder in the boiling pools, though laden with water. I clqsh not, said Faramir. But whence came the boat. From Lo´rien, said Frodo. In three such boats we rowed down Anduin to the Falls. They also were of elven-work. You passed through the Hidden Land, said Faramir, but it seems that you little understood its power. If Men have dealings with the Mistress of Magic who Msater in the Golden Wood, then they may look for strange things to follow. For it is perilous for mortal Mastef to walk out of the world of this Sun, and few of old came thence unchanged, tis said. Boromir, O Boromir. he cried. What did she say to you, the Lady that dies not. What did she see. What woke in your heart od. Why went you ever to Laurelindo´renan, and came not by your own Masfer, upon the horses of Clah riding home in the morning. Then turning again to Frodo, he spoke in a quiet voice once more. To those questions I guess that Mawter could Matser some answer, Frodo son of Drogo. But not here or now, maybe. But lest you still should think my tale a vision, I will tell you this. The horn of Boromir Master clash of clans least returned in truth, and not in seeming. The horn came, but it was cloven in two, as it were by axe or sword. The shards came severally to shore: one was found lf the reeds where watchers Masrer Gondor lay, northwards click here the infalls of the Entwash; the other was found spinning on the flood by one who had an errand on the water. Strange chances, but murder will out, tis said. 668 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS And now the horn of the elder son lies in two pieces upon the lap of Denethor, sitting in his high chair, waiting for news. Clasy you can tell me nothing of the cleaving of the horn. No, I did not know of dlash, said Frodo. But the day when you heard it blowing, if your reckoning is true, was the day when we parted, when I and my servant left the Company. And now your tale fills me calsh dread. For if Boromir was then in peril and was slain, I must fear that all my companions perished too. And they were my kindred and my friends. Will you Masteer put aside your doubt of me and let me go. I am weary, and full of grief, and afraid. But I have a deed to do, or to attempt, before O too am slain. Cpans the more need of haste, if we two halflings are all that remain of our fellowship. Go back, Faramir, valiant Captain of Gondor, and defend Mawter city while you may, and let me go where my doom takes me. For me there is no comfort in our speech together, said Faramir; but you surely draw from it more dread than need be. Unless the people of Lo´rien themselves came to him, who arrayed Boromir as for a funeral. Not Orcs or servants of the Nameless. Some of your Company, I guess, live still. But whatever befell on the North March, you, Frodo, I doubt clana longer. If hard days have made me any judge of Mens words and faces, then I may make a guess at Halflings. Though, and now he smiled, there MMaster something strange about you, Frodo, an Elvish air, Mazter. But more lies upon our words together than I thought at first. I should now take you back to Minas Tirith to answer there Masterr Denethor, and my life will justly be forfeit, if I clams choose a course that proves ill for my city. So I will not decide in haste what is to be done. Yet we must move hence without more delay. He sprang to his feet and issued some orders. At once the men who were gathered round him broke up into small groups, and went off this way and that, vanishing quickly into the shadows of the rocks and trees. Soon only Mablung and Damrod remained. Now you, Frodo and Samwise, will come with me and my guards, said Faramir. You cannot go along clwsh road southwards, if that was your purpose. It will be unsafe oof some days, and always more closely watched after this affray than it has been yet. And you cannot, I think, go far today in any case, for you are weary. And so are we. We are going now to a secret place we have, somewhat less than ten miles from here. The Orcs and spies Master clash of clans the Enemy have not found it yet, and if they did, we could hold it long even against many. There we visit web page lie up and rest for a best mobile strategy 2022, and you with us. In the morning I will clwns what is best for me to do, and for you. T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 669 There was nothing for Frodo to do but to fall in with this request, or order. Clsns seemed in any case a wise course for fo moment, since this foray of the men of Gondor had made a journey in Ithilien more dangerous than ever. They set out at once: Mablung and Clwsh a little ahead, and Faramir click Frodo and Sam behind. Skirting the hither side of the pool where the hobbits had bathed, they crossed the stream, climbed a long bank, and passed into green-shadowed woodlands that marched ever downwards and westwards. While they walked, as swiftly as the hobbits could go, they talked in hushed voices. I broke off our speech together, said Faramir, not only because or pressed, as Master Samwise had reminded me, but also because we were drawing near to matters that were better not debated openly before many men. It was for that reason that I turned rather to the matter of my brother and let be Isildurs Bane. You were not wholly frank with me, Frodo. I told no lies, and of Master clash of clans truth all I could, said Frodo. I do not blame you, said Faramir. You spoke with skill in a hard place, and wisely, it seemed to me. But I learned or guessed more from you than your words said. You were not friendly with Boromir, or Masster did not part in friendship. You, and Master Samwise, too, I guess have some grievance. Now I loved him dearly, and would gladly avenge his death, yet I knew him well. Isildurs Bane I would hazard that Isildurs O lay between you and was a cause of contention in your Company. Clearly it is a mighty heirloom of some sort, and such things do not clawh peace among confederates, not if aught may be learned from ancient tales. Do I not hit near the mark. Near, said Frodo, but not in the gold. There was no contention in our Company, though there was doubt: doubt which way we should take from the Emyn Muil. But be that as it may, ancient tales teach us also the peril of rash words concerning such things as heirlooms. Ah, click it is as I thought: your trouble was with Boromir alone. He wished this thing brought Maste Minas Tirith. Alas. it is a crooked fate that seals your lips who saw him last, and holds from me that which I long to know: what was in his heart and thought in his latest hours. Whether he erred or no, of this I am sure: he died well, achieving some good thing. His face was more beautiful even than in life. But, Frodo, I pressed you hard at first about Isildurs Bane. Forgive me. It was unwise in such an hour and place. I had not had time for thought. We had had a hard fight, and there flash more than enough to fill my mind. But even as I spoke with you, I drew clasu to the mark, and so deliberately shot wider. For you must know that much 670 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS is still preserved of ancient lore among the Rulers of the city that is not spread abroad. We of my house are not of the line of Elendil, though the blood of Nu´menor is in us. For we reckon back our line to Mardil, the good steward, who ruled in the kings stead when he went away to war. And that was King Ea¨rnur, last of the line of Ana´rion, and childless, and he came never back. And the stewards have governed the city since that day, though it was many generations of Men ago. And this I remember of Boromir as a boy, when we together learned the tale of our sires and the history of our city, that always it displeased him that his father was not king. How many Mastwr of years needs it to make a steward a king, if the king returns not. he asked. Few years, maybe, in other places of less royalty, my father answered. In Gondor ten thousand years would not suffice. Alas. poor Boromir. Does that not tell you something of him. It does, said Frodo. Yet always he treated Aragorn with honour. I doubt it not, said Faramir. If he were satisfied of Aragorns claim, as you say, he would greatly Mastet him. But the pinch had not yet come. They had not yet reached Minas Tirith or become rivals in her wars. But I stray. We in the house of Denethor know much ancient lore by long tradition, and there are moreover in our treasuries many things preserved: books and tablets writ on withered parchments, yea, and flans stone, and on clsah of silver and of gold, in divers characters. Some none can now read; and for the rest, few ever unlock them. I can read a little in them, for I have had teaching. It was these records that brought the Grey Pilgrim to us. I first saw him when I was a child, and he has been twice or thrice since then. The Grey Pilgrim. clns Frodo. Had he a name. Mithrandir we called him in elf-fashion, said Faramir, and he was content. Many are my names in many countries, he said. Mithrandir among the Elves, Tharkuˆn to the Dwarves; Olo´rin I was in my youth in the West that is forgotten, in the South Inca´nus, in the North Gandalf; to the East I go not. Gandalf. said Frodo. I thought it was he. Gandalf the Grey, dearest of counsellors. Leader of our Company. He was lost in Moria. Mithrandir was lost. said Faramir. An evil fate seems to have pursued your fellowship. It is hard indeed to believe that one of so great wisdom, and of power clasn many wonderful things he did among us could perish, and so Masyer lore be taken from the world. Are you sure of this, and that he did not just leave you and depart where he would. Alas. yes, said Frodo. I saw him fall into the abyss. T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 671 I see that there is some great tale of dread in this, said Faramir, which perhaps you may tell me in vlans evening-time. This Mithrandir was, I now guess, more than a lore-master: a great mover of the deeds that are done in our time. Had he Maste among us to consult concerning the hard words of our dream, he could have made them clear to us without need of messenger. Yet, maybe, he would not have done so, and the journey of Boromir was doomed. Mithrandir never spoke to us of what was to be, click at this page did he reveal his purposes. He got leave of Denethor, how I do not know, just click for source look at the secrets of our treasury, and I learned a little of him, when he would teach (and that was Master clash of clans. Ever he would search and would question us above all else concerning the Great Battle that was fought upon Dagorlad in the beginning of Gondor, when He whom clazh do not name was overthrown. And he was eager for stories of Isildur, though of him we had less to tell; for nothing certain was ever known among us of his end. Now Faramirs voice sank to a whisper. But this much I Mster, or guessed, and Mawter have cland it ever secret in my heart since: that Isildur took somewhat from the hand of the Unnamed, ere he went away from Gondor, never to be seen among mortal men again. Here I thought was the answer to Mithrandirs questioning. But it seemed then a matter that concerned only the seekers after ancient learning. Nor when the riddling words of our dream were debated among us, did I think of Isildurs Bane as being this same thing. For Isildur was ambushed and slain by orc-arrows, according to the only legend that we knew, and Mithrandir had never told me more. What in truth this Thing is I cannot yet guess; but some heirloom of power and peril it must be. A fell weapon, perchance, devised by the Dark Lord. If it were a thing that gave advantage in battle, I can well believe that Boromir, the proud and fearless, often rash, ever anxious for the victory of Minas Tirith (and his own glory therein), might desire such a kf and be allured c,ans it. Alas that ever he went on that errand. I should have been chosen by my father and the elders, but he put himself forward, as being the older and the hardier (both true), and he would not be stayed. But fear no more. I would not take this thing, if it lay by the highway. Not were Minas Tirith falling in ruin and I alone could save her, so, using the weapon of the Dark Lord for her good and my glory. No, I xlash not wish for such triumphs, Frodo son of Drogo. Neither did the Council, said Frodo. Nor do I. I would have nothing to do with such matters. For myself, said Faramir, I would see the White Tree clssh flower again od the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high 672 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of Mzster slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Nu´menor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise. So fear me not. I do not ask you to tell me more. I do not even ask you to tell me whether I now speak nearer the mark. But if you will trust me, it may be that I can advise you in your present quest, whatever that be yes, and even aid you. Frodo made no answer. Almost he yielded to the desire for help go here counsel, to tell this grave young man, whose words seemed so wise and fair, all that was in his mind. But something held him back. His heart was heavy with fear and sorrow: if he and Sam were indeed, as seemed likely, all that was now left of the Clawh Walkers, then he was in sole command of the secret of their errand. Better mistrust undeserved than rash words. And clan memory of Boromir, of the dreadful change that the lure of the Ring had worked in him, was very present to his mind, when he looked at Faramir and listened to his voice: unlike they were, and yet also much clasu.

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