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His
own
plan
,
while
Gandalf
remained
with
them
,
had
been
to
go
with
Boromir
,
and
with
his
sword
help
to
deliver
Gondor
.
For
he
believed
that
the
message
of
the
dreams
was
a
summons
,
and
that
the
hour
had
come
at
last
when
the
heir
of
Elendil
should
come
forth
and
strive
with
Sauron
for
the
mastery
.
But
in
Moria
the
burden
of
Gandalf
had
been
laid
on
him
;
and
he
knew
that
he
could
not
now
forsake
the
Ring
,
if
Frodo
refused
in
the
end
to
go
with
Boromir
.
And
yet
what
help
could
he
or
any
of
the
Company
give
to
Frodo
,
save
to
walk
blindly
with
him
into
the
darkness
?
"
I
shall
go
to
Minas
Tirith
,
alone
if
need
be
,
for
it
is
my
duty
,
"
said
Boromir
;
and
after
that
he
was
silent
for
a
while
,
sitting
with
his
eyes
fixed
on
Frodo
,
as
if
he
was
trying
to
read
the
Halfling
's
thoughts
.
At
length
he
spoke
again
,
softly
,
as
if
he
was
debating
with
himself
.
"
If
you
wish
only
to
destroy
the
Ring
,
"
he
said
,
"
then
there
is
little
use
in
war
and
weapons
;
and
the
Men
of
Minas
Tirith
can
not
help
.
But
if
you
wish
to
destroy
the
armed
might
of
the
Dark
Lord
,
then
it
is
folly
to
go
without
force
into
his
domain
;
and
folly
to
throw
away
.
"
He
paused
suddenly
,
as
if
he
had
become
aware
that
he
was
speaking
his
thoughts
aloud
.
"
It
would
be
folly
to
throw
lives
away
,
I
mean
,
"
he
ended
.
"
It
is
a
choice
between
defending
a
strong
place
and
walking
openly
into
the
arms
of
death
.
At
least
,
that
is
how
I
see
it
.
"
Frodo
caught
something
new
and
strange
in
Boromir
's
glance
,
and
he
looked
hard
at
him
.
Plainly
Boromir
's
thought
was
different
from
his
final
words
.
It
would
be
folly
to
throw
away
:
what
?
The
Ring
of
Power
?
He
had
said
something
like
this
at
the
Council
,
but
then
he
had
accepted
the
correction
of
Elrond
.
Frodo
looked
at
Aragorn
,
but
he
seemed
deep
in
his
own
thought
and
made
no
sign
that
he
had
heeded
Boromir
's
words
.
And
so
their
debate
ended
.
Merry
and
Pippin
were
already
asleep
,
and
Sam
was
nodding
.
The
night
was
growing
old
.
In
the
morning
,
as
they
were
beginning
to
pack
their
slender
goods
,
Elves
that
could
speak
their
tongue
came
to
them
and
brought
them
many
gifts
of
food
and
clothing
for
the
journey
.
The
food
was
mostly
in
the
form
of
very
thin
cakes
,
made
of
a
meal
that
was
baked
a
light
brown
on
the
outside
,
and
inside
was
the
colour
of
cream
.
Gimli
took
up
one
of
the
cakes
and
looked
at
it
with
a
doubtful
eye
.
"
Cram
,
"
he
said
under
his
breath
,
as
he
broke
off
a
crisp
corner
and
nibbled
at
it
.
His
expression
quickly
changed
,
and
he
ate
all
the
rest
of
the
cake
with
relish
.
"
No
more
,
no
more
!
"
cried
the
Elves
laughing
.
"
You
have
eaten
enough
already
for
a
long
day
's
march
.
"
"
I
thought
it
was
only
a
kind
ofcram
,
such
as
the
Dale-men
make
for
journeys
in
the
wild
,
"
said
the
Dwarf
.
"
So
it
is
,
"
they
answered
.
"
But
we
call
itlembas
or
waybread
,
and
it
is
more
strengthening
than
any
food
made
by
Men
,
and
it
is
more
pleasant
thancram
,
by
all
accounts
.
"
