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Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
Aragorn
sped
on
up
the
hill
.
Every
now
and
again
he
bent
to
the
ground
.
Hobbits
go
light
,
and
their
footprints
are
not
easy
even
for
a
Ranger
to
read
,
but
not
far
from
the
top
a
spring
crossed
the
path
,
and
in
the
wet
earth
he
saw
what
he
was
seeking
.
'
I
read
the
signs
aright
,
'
he
said
to
himself
.
'
Frodo
ran
to
the
hill-top
.
I
wonder
what
he
saw
there
?
But
he
returned
by
the
same
way
,
and
went
down
the
hill
again
.
'
Aragorn
hesitated
.
He
desired
to
go
to
the
high
seat
himself
,
hoping
to
see
there
something
that
would
guide
him
in
his
perplexities
;
but
time
was
pressing
.
Suddenly
he
leaped
forward
,
and
ran
to
the
summit
,
across
the
great
flag-stones
,
and
up
the
steps
.
Then
sitting
in
the
high
seat
he
looked
out
.
But
the
sun
seemed
darkened
,
and
the
world
dim
and
remote
.
He
turned
from
the
North
back
again
to
North
,
and
saw
nothing
save
the
distant
hills
,
unless
it
were
that
far
away
he
could
see
again
a
great
bird
like
an
eagle
high
in
the
air
,
descending
slowly
in
wide
circles
down
towards
the
earth
.
Even
as
he
gazed
his
quick
ears
caught
sounds
in
the
woodlands
below
,
on
the
west
side
of
the
River
.
He
stiffened
.
There
were
cries
,
and
among
them
,
to
his
horror
,
he
could
distinguish
the
harsh
voices
of
Orcs
.
Then
suddenly
with
a
deep-throated
call
a
great
horn
blew
,
and
the
blasts
of
it
smote
the
hills
and
echoed
in
the
hollows
,
rising
in
a
mighty
shout
above
the
roaring
of
the
falls
.
'
The
horn
of
Boromir
!
'
he
cried
.
'
He
is
in
need
!
'
He
sprang
down
the
steps
and
away
,
leaping
down
the
path
.
'
Alas
!
An
ill
fate
is
on
me
this
day
,
and
all
that
I
do
goes
amiss
.
Where
is
Sam
?
'
As
he
ran
the
cries
came
louder
,
but
fainter
now
and
desperately
the
horn
was
blowing
.
Fierce
and
shrill
rose
the
yells
of
the
Orcs
,
and
suddenly
the
horn-calls
ceased
.
Aragorn
raced
down
the
last
slope
,
but
before
he
could
reach
the
hill
's
foot
,
the
sounds
died
away
;
and
as
he
turned
to
the
left
and
ran
towards
them
they
retreated
,
until
at
last
he
could
hear
them
no
more
.
Drawing
his
bright
sword
and
crying
Elendil
!
Elendil
!
he
crashed
through
the
trees
.
A
mile
,
maybe
,
from
Parth
Galen
in
a
little
glade
not
far
from
the
lake
he
found
Boromir
.
He
was
sitting
with
his
back
to
a
great
tree
,
as
if
he
was
resting
.
But
Aragorn
saw
that
he
was
pierced
with
many
black-feathered
arrows
;
his
sword
was
still
in
his
hand
,
but
it
was
broken
near
the
hilt
;
his
horn
cloven
in
two
was
at
his
side
.
Many
Orcs
lay
slain
,
piled
all
about
him
and
at
his
feet
.
Aragorn
knelt
beside
him
.
Boromir
opened
his
eyes
and
strove
to
speak
.
At
last
slow
words
came
.
'
I
tried
to
take
the
Ring
from
Frodo
'
he
said
.
'
I
am
sorry
.
I
have
paid
.
'
His
glance
strayed
to
his
fallen
enemies
;
twenty
at
least
lay
there
.
'
They
have
gone
:
the
Halflings
:
the
Orcs
have
taken
them
.
I
think
they
are
not
dead
.
Orcs
bound
them
.
'
He
paused
and
his
eyes
closed
wearily
.
After
a
moment
he
spoke
again
.
'
Farewell
,
Aragorn
!
Go
to
Minas
Tirith
and
save
my
people
!
I
have
failed
.
'
