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There
the
River
flows
in
stony
vale
amid
high
moors
,
until
at
last
after
many
leagues
it
comes
to
the
tall
island
of
the
Tindrock
,
that
we
call
Tol
Brandir
.
There
it
casts
its
arms
about
the
steep
shores
of
the
isle
,
and
falls
then
with
a
great
noise
and
smoke
over
the
cataracts
of
Rauros
down
into
the
Nindalf
,
the
Wetwang
as
it
is
called
in
your
tongue
.
That
is
a
wide
region
of
sluggish
fen
where
the
stream
becomes
tortuous
and
much
divided
.
There
the
Entwash
flows
in
by
many
mouths
from
the
Forest
of
Fangorn
in
the
west
.
About
that
stream
,
on
this
side
of
the
Great
River
,
lies
Rohan
.
On
the
further
side
are
the
bleak
hills
of
the
Emyn
Muil
.
The
wind
blows
from
the
East
there
,
for
they
look
out
over
the
Dead
Marshes
and
the
Noman-lands
to
Cirith
Gorgor
and
the
black
gates
of
Mordor
.
"
Boromir
,
and
any
that
go
with
him
seeking
Minas
Tirith
,
will
do
well
to
leave
the
Great
River
above
Rauros
and
cross
the
Entwash
before
it
finds
the
marshes
.
Yet
they
should
not
go
too
far
up
that
stream
,
nor
risk
becoming
entangled
in
the
Forest
of
Fangorn
.
That
is
a
strange
land
,
and
is
now
little
known
.
But
Boromir
and
Aragorn
doubtless
do
not
need
this
warning
.
"
"
Indeed
we
have
heard
of
Fangorn
in
Minas
Tirith
,
"
said
Boromir
.
"
But
what
I
have
heard
seems
to
me
for
the
most
part
old
wives
"
tales
,
such
as
we
tell
to
our
children
.
All
that
lies
north
of
Rohan
is
now
to
us
so
far
away
that
fancy
can
wander
freely
there
.
Of
old
Fangorn
lay
upon
the
borders
of
our
realm
;
but
it
is
now
many
lives
of
men
since
any
of
us
visited
it
,
to
prove
or
disprove
the
legends
that
have
come
down
from
distant
years
.
"
I
have
myself
been
at
whiles
in
Rohan
,
but
I
have
never
crossed
it
northwards
.
When
I
was
sent
out
as
a
messenger
,
I
passed
through
the
Gap
by
the
skirts
of
the
White
Mountains
,
and
crossed
the
Isen
and
the
Greyflood
into
Northerland
.
A
long
and
wearisome
journey
.
Four
hundred
leagues
I
reckoned
it
,
and
it
took
me
many
months
;
for
I
lost
my
horse
at
Tharbad
,
at
the
fording
of
the
Greyflood
.
After
that
journey
,
and
the
road
I
have
trodden
with
this
Company
,
I
do
not
much
doubt
that
I
shall
find
a
way
through
Rohan
,
and
Fangorn
too
,
if
need
be
.
"
"
Then
I
need
say
no
more
,
"
said
Celeborn
.
"
But
do
not
despise
the
lore
that
has
come
down
from
distant
years
;
for
oft
it
may
chance
that
old
wives
keep
in
memory
word
of
things
that
once
were
needful
for
the
wise
to
know
.
"
Now
Galadriel
rose
from
the
grass
,
and
taking
a
cup
from
one
of
her
maidens
she
filled
it
with
white
mead
and
gave
it
to
Celeborn
.
"
Now
it
is
time
to
drink
the
cup
of
farewell
,
"
she
said
.
"
Drink
,
Lord
of
the
Galadhrim
!
And
let
not
your
heart
be
sad
though
night
must
follow
noon
,
and
already
our
evening
draweth
nigh
.
"
Then
she
brought
the
cup
to
each
of
the
Company
,
and
bade
them
drink
and
farewell
.
But
when
they
had
drunk
she
commanded
them
to
sit
again
on
the
grass
,
and
chairs
were
set
for
her
and
for
Celeborn
.
Her
maidens
stood
silent
about
her
,
and
a
while
she
looked
upon
her
guests
.
At
last
she
spoke
again
.
