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Then
through
all
the
years
that
followed
he
traced
the
Ring
;
but
since
that
history
is
elsewhere
recounted
,
even
as
Elrond
himself
set
it
down
in
his
books
of
lore
,
it
is
not
here
recalled
.
For
it
is
a
long
tale
,
full
of
deeds
great
and
terrible
,
and
briefly
though
Elrond
spoke
,
the
sun
rode
up
the
sky
,
and
the
morning
was
passing
ere
he
ceased
.
Of
Numenor
he
spoke
,
its
glory
and
its
fall
,
and
the
return
of
the
Kings
of
Men
to
Middle-earth
out
of
the
deeps
of
the
Sea
,
borne
upon
the
wings
of
storm
.
Then
Elendil
the
Tall
and
his
mighty
sons
,
Isildur
and
Anarion
,
became
great
lords
;
and
the
North-realm
they
made
in
Arnor
,
and
the
South-realm
in
Gondor
above
the
mouths
of
Anduin
.
But
Sauron
of
Mordor
assailed
them
,
and
they
made
the
Last
Alliance
of
Elves
and
Men
,
and
the
hosts
of
Gil-galad
and
Elendil
were
mustered
in
Arnor
.
Thereupon
Elrond
paused
a
while
and
sighed
.
"
I
remember
well
the
splendour
of
their
banners
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
recalled
to
me
the
glory
of
the
Elder
Days
and
the
hosts
of
Beleriand
,
so
many
great
princes
and
captains
were
assembled
.
And
yet
not
so
many
,
nor
so
fair
,
as
when
Thangorodrim
was
broken
,
and
the
Elves
deemed
that
evil
was
ended
for
ever
,
and
it
was
not
so
.
"
"
You
remember
?
"
said
Frodo
,
speaking
his
thought
aloud
in
his
astonishment
.
"
But
I
thought
,
"
he
stammered
as
Elrond
turned
towards
him
,
"
I
thought
that
the
fall
of
Gil-galad
was
a
long
age
ago
.
"
"
So
it
was
indeed
,
"
answered
Elrond
gravely
.
"
But
my
memory
reaches
back
even
to
the
Elder
Days
.
Earendil
was
my
sire
,
who
was
born
in
Gondolin
before
its
fall
;
and
my
mother
was
Elwing
,
daughter
of
Dior
,
son
of
Luthien
of
Doriath
.
I
have
seen
three
ages
in
the
West
of
the
world
,
and
many
defeats
,
and
many
fruitless
victories
.
"
I
was
the
herald
of
Gil-galad
and
marched
with
his
host
.
I
was
at
the
Battle
of
Dagorlad
before
the
Black
Gate
of
Mordor
,
where
we
had
the
mastery
:
for
the
Spear
of
Gil-galad
and
the
Sword
of
Elendil
,
Aiglos
and
Narsil
,
none
could
withstand
.
I
beheld
the
last
combat
on
the
slopes
of
Orodruin
,
where
Gil-galad
died
,
and
Elendil
fell
,
and
Narsil
broke
beneath
him
;
but
Sauron
himself
was
overthrown
,
and
Isildur
cut
the
Ring
from
his
hand
with
the
hilt-shard
of
his
father
's
sword
,
and
took
it
for
his
own
.
"
At
this
the
stranger
,
Boromir
,
broke
in
.
"
So
that
is
what
became
of
the
Ring
!
"
he
cried
.
"
If
ever
such
a
tale
was
told
in
the
South
,
it
has
long
been
forgotten
.
I
have
heard
of
the
Great
Ring
of
him
that
we
do
not
name
;
but
we
believed
that
it
perished
from
the
world
in
the
ruin
of
his
first
realm
.
Isildur
took
it
!
That
is
tidings
indeed
.
"
"
Alas
!
yes
,
"
said
Elrond
.
"
Isildur
took
it
,
as
should
not
have
been
.
It
should
have
been
cast
then
into
Orodruin
's
fire
nigh
at
hand
where
it
was
made
.
But
few
marked
what
Isildur
did
.
He
alone
stood
by
his
father
in
that
last
mortal
contest
;
and
by
Gil-galad
only
Cirdan
stood
,
and
I
.
But
Isildur
would
not
listen
to
our
counsel
.
