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"
Yet
that
hour
,
maybe
,
is
not
now
far
away
.
The
Nameless
Enemy
has
arisen
again
.
Smoke
rises
once
more
from
Orodruin
that
we
call
Mount
Doom
.
The
power
of
the
Black
Land
grows
and
we
are
hard
beset
.
When
the
Enemy
returned
our
folk
were
driven
from
Ithilien
,
our
fair
domain
east
of
the
River
,
though
we
kept
a
foothold
there
and
strength
of
arms
.
But
this
very
year
,
in
the
days
of
June
,
sudden
war
came
upon
us
out
of
Mordor
,
and
we
were
swept
away
.
We
were
outnumbered
,
for
Mordor
has
allied
itself
with
the
Easterlings
and
the
cruel
Haradrim
;
but
it
was
not
by
numbers
that
we
were
defeated
.
A
power
was
there
that
we
have
not
felt
before
.
"
Some
said
that
it
could
be
seen
,
like
a
great
black
horseman
,
a
dark
shadow
under
the
moon
.
Wherever
he
came
a
madness
filled
our
foes
,
but
fear
fell
on
our
boldest
,
so
that
horse
and
man
gave
way
and
fled
.
Only
a
remnant
of
our
eastern
force
came
back
,
destroying
the
last
bridge
that
still
stood
amid
the
ruins
of
Osgiliath
.
"
I
was
in
the
company
that
held
the
bridge
,
until
it
was
cast
down
behind
us
.
Four
only
were
saved
by
swimming
:
my
brother
and
myself
and
two
others
.
But
still
we
fight
on
,
holding
all
the
west
shores
of
Anduin
;
and
those
who
shelter
behind
us
give
us
praise
,
if
ever
they
hear
our
name
:
much
praise
but
little
help
.
Only
from
Rohan
now
will
any
men
ride
to
us
when
we
call
.
"
In
this
evil
hour
I
have
come
on
an
errand
over
many
dangerous
leagues
to
Elrond
:
a
hundred
and
ten
days
I
have
journeyed
all
alone
.
But
I
do
not
seek
allies
in
war
.
The
might
of
Elrond
is
in
wisdom
not
in
weapons
,
it
is
said
.
I
come
to
ask
for
counsel
and
the
unravelling
of
hard
words
.
For
on
the
eve
of
the
sudden
assault
a
dream
came
to
my
brother
in
a
troubled
sleep
;
and
afterwards
a
like
dream
came
oft
to
him
again
,
and
once
to
me
.
"
In
that
dream
I
thought
the
eastern
sky
grew
dark
and
there
was
a
growing
thunder
,
but
in
the
West
a
pale
light
lingered
,
and
out
of
it
I
heard
a
voice
,
remote
but
clear
,
crying
:
Seek
for
the
Sword
that
was
broken
:
In
Imladris
it
dwells
;
There
shall
be
counsels
taken
