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Clear
is
the
water
of
your
well
;
White
is
the
star
in
your
white
hand
;
Unmarred
,
unstained
is
leaf
and
land
In
Dwimordene
,
in
Lórien
More
fair
than
thoughts
of
Mortal
Men
.
Thus
Gandalf
softly
sang
,
and
then
suddenly
he
changed
.
Casting
his
tattered
cloak
aside
,
he
stood
up
and
leaned
no
longer
on
his
staff
;
and
he
spoke
in
a
clear
cold
voice
.
'
The
wise
speak
only
of
what
they
know
,
Gríma
son
of
Gálmód
.
A
witless
worm
have
you
become
.
Therefore
be
silent
,
and
keep
your
forked
tongue
behind
your
teeth
.
I
have
not
passed
through
fire
and
death
to
bandy
crooked
words
with
a
serving-man
till
the
lightning
falls
.
'
He
raised
his
staff
.
There
was
a
roll
of
thunder
.
The
sunlight
was
blotted
out
from
the
eastern
windows
;
the
whole
hall
became
suddenly
dark
as
night
.
The
fire
faded
to
sullen
embers
.
Only
Gandalf
could
be
seen
,
standing
white
and
tall
before
the
blackened
hearth
.
In
the
gloom
they
heard
the
hiss
of
Wormtongue
's
voice
:
'D
id
I
not
counsel
you
,
lord
,
to
forbid
his
staff
?
That
fool
,
Háma
,
has
betrayed
us
!
'
There
was
a
flash
as
if
lightning
had
cloven
the
roof
.
Then
all
was
silent
.
Wormtongue
sprawled
on
his
face
.
'N
ow
Théoden
son
of
Thengel
,
will
you
hearken
to
me
?
'
said
Gandalf
.
'D
o
you
ask
for
help
?
'
He
lifted
his
staff
and
pointed
to
a
high
window
.
There
the
darkness
seemed
to
clear
,
and
through
the
opening
could
be
seen
,
high
and
far
,
a
patch
of
shining
sky
.
'N
ot
all
is
dark
.
Take
courage
,
Lord
of
the
Mark
;
for
better
help
you
will
not
find
.
No
counsel
have
I
to
give
to
those
that
despair
.
Yet
counsel
I
could
give
,
and
words
I
could
speak
to
you
.
Will
you
hear
them
?
They
are
not
for
all
ears
.
I
bid
you
come
out
before
your
doors
and
look
abroad
.
Too
long
have
you
sat
in
shadows
and
trusted
to
twisted
tales
and
crooked
promptings
.
'
Slowly
Théoden
left
his
chair
.
