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But
unless
you
have
more
skill
even
than
Saruman
,
who
has
studied
here
long
,
you
will
find
naught
that
is
not
well
known
to
me
,
who
am
master
of
the
lore
of
this
City
.
"
"
So
said
Denethor
.
And
yet
there
lie
in
his
hoards
many
records
that
few
now
can
read
,
even
of
the
lore-masters
,
for
their
scripts
and
tongues
have
become
dark
to
later
men
.
And
Boromir
,
there
lies
in
Minas
Tirith
still
,
unread
,
I
guess
,
by
any
save
Saruman
and
myself
since
the
kings
failed
,
a
scroll
that
Isildur
made
himself
.
For
Isildur
did
not
march
away
straight
from
the
war
in
Mordor
,
as
some
have
told
the
tale
.
"
"
Some
in
the
North
,
maybe
,
"
Boromir
broke
in
.
"
All
know
in
Gondor
that
he
went
first
to
Minas
Anor
and
dwelt
a
while
with
his
nephew
Meneldil
,
instructing
him
,
before
he
committed
to
him
the
rule
of
the
South
Kingdom
.
In
that
time
he
planted
there
the
last
sapling
of
the
White
Tree
in
memory
of
his
brother
.
"
"
But
in
that
time
also
he
made
this
scroll
,
"
said
Gandalf
;
"
and
that
is
not
remembered
in
Gondor
,
it
would
seem
.
For
this
scroll
concerns
the
Ring
,
and
thus
wrote
Isildur
therein
:
The
Great
Ring
shall
go
now
to
be
an
heirloom
of
the
North
Kingdom
;
but
records
of
it
shall
be
left
in
Gondor
,
where
also
dwell
the
heirs
of
Elendil
,
lest
a
time
come
when
the
memory
of
these
great
matters
shall
grow
dim
.
And
after
these
words
Isildur
described
the
Ring
,
such
as
he
found
it
.
It
was
hot
when
I
first
took
it
,
hot
as
a
glede
,
and
my
hand
was
scorched
,
so
that
I
doubt
if
ever
again
I
shall
be
free
of
the
pain
of
it
.
Yet
even
as
I
write
it
is
cooled
,
and
it
seemeth
to
shrink
,
though
it
loseth
neither
its
beauty
nor
its
shape
.
Already
the
writing
upon
it
,
which
at
first
was
as
clear
as
red
flame
,
fadeth
and
is
now
only
barely
to
be
read
.
It
is
fashioned
in
an
elven-script
of
Eregion
,
for
they
have
no
letters
in
Mordor
for
such
subtle
work
;
but
the
language
is
unknown
to
me
.
I
deem
it
to
be
a
tongue
of
the
Black
Land
,
since
it
is
foul
and
uncouth
.
What
evil
it
saith
I
do
not
know
;
but
I
trace
here
a
copy
of
it
,
lest
it
fade
beyond
recall
.
The
Ring
misseth
,
maybe
,
the
heat
of
Sauron
's
hand
,
which
was
black
and
yet
burned
like
fire
,
and
so
Gil-galad
was
destroyed
;
and
maybe
were
the
gold
made
hot
again
,
the
writing
would
be
refreshed
.
But
for
my
part
I
will
risk
no
hurt
to
this
thing
:
of
all
the
works
of
Sauron
the
only
fair
.
It
is
precious
to
me
,
though
I
buy
it
with
great
pain
.
"
When
I
read
these
words
,
my
quest
was
ended
.
For
the
traced
writing
was
indeed
as
Isildur
guessed
,
in
the
tongue
of
Mordor
and
the
servants
of
the
Tower
.
And
what
was
said
therein
was
already
known
.
For
in
the
day
that
Sauron
first
put
on
the
One
,
Celebrimbor
,
maker
of
the
Three
,
was
aware
of
him
,
and
from
afar
he
heard
him
speak
these
words
,
and
so
his
evil
purposes
were
revealed
.
"
At
once
I
took
my
leave
of
Denethor
,
but
even
as
I
went
northwards
,
messages
came
to
me
out
of
Lorien
that
Aragorn
had
passed
that
way
,
and
that
he
had
found
the
creature
called
Gollum
.
Therefore
I
went
first
to
meet
him
and
hear
his
tale
.
Into
what
deadly
perils
he
had
gone
alone
I
dared
not
guess
.
"
"
There
is
little
need
to
tell
of
them
,
"
said
Aragorn
.
"
If
a
man
must
needs
walk
in
sight
of
the
Black
Gate
,
or
tread
the
deadly
flowers
of
Morgul
Vale
,
then
perils
he
will
have
.
I
,
too
,
despaired
at
last
,
and
I
began
my
homeward
journey
.
And
then
,
by
fortune
,
I
came
suddenly
on
what
I
sought
:
the
marks
of
soft
feet
beside
a
muddy
pool
.
But
now
the
trail
was
fresh
and
swift
,
and
it
led
not
to
Mordor
but
away
.
Along
the
skirts
of
the
Dead
Marshes
I
followed
it
,
and
then
I
had
him
.
Lurking
by
a
stagnant
mere
,
peering
in
the
water
as
the
dark
eve
fell
,
I
caught
him
,
Gollum
.
He
was
covered
with
green
slime
.
He
will
never
love
me
,
I
fear
;
for
he
bit
me
,
and
I
was
not
gentle
.
Nothing
more
did
I
ever
get
from
his
mouth
than
the
marks
of
his
teeth
.
I
deemed
it
the
worst
part
of
all
my
journey
,
the
road
back
,
watching
him
day
and
night
,
making
him
walk
before
me
with
a
halter
on
his
neck
,
gagged
,
until
he
was
tamed
by
lack
of
drink
and
food
,
driving
him
ever
towards
Mirkwood
.
I
brought
him
there
at
last
and
gave
him
to
the
Elves
,
for
we
had
agreed
that
this
should
be
done
;
and
I
was
glad
to
be
rid
of
his
company
,
for
he
stank
.
For
my
part
I
hope
never
to
look
upon
him
again
;
but
Gandalf
came
and
endured
long
speech
with
him
.
