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Before
them
in
the
West
the
world
lay
still
,
formless
and
grey
;
but
even
as
they
looked
,
the
shadows
of
night
melted
,
the
colours
of
the
waking
earth
returned
:
green
flowed
over
the
wide
meads
of
Rohan
;
the
white
mists
shimmered
in
the
watervales
;
and
far
off
to
the
left
,
thirty
leagues
or
more
,
blue
and
purple
stood
the
White
Mountains
,
rising
into
peaks
of
jet
,
tipped
with
glimmering
snows
,
flushed
with
the
rose
of
morning
.
'
Gondor
!
Gondor
!
'
cried
Aragorn
.
'
Would
that
I
looked
on
you
again
in
happier
hour
!
Not
yet
does
my
road
lie
southward
to
your
bright
streams
.
Gondor
!
Gondor
,
between
the
Mountains
and
the
Sea
!
West
Wind
blew
there
;
the
light
upon
the
Silver
Tree
Fell
like
bright
rain
in
gardens
of
the
Kings
of
old
.
O
proud
walls
!
White
towers
!
O
winged
crown
and
throne
of
gold
!
O
Gondor
,
Gondor
!
Shall
Men
behold
the
Silver
Tree
,
Or
West
Wind
blow
again
between
the
Mountains
and
the
Sea
?
Now
let
us
go
!
'
he
said
,
drawing
his
eyes
away
from
the
South
,
and
looking
out
west
and
north
to
the
way
that
he
must
tread
.
The
ridge
upon
which
the
companions
stood
went
down
steeply
before
their
feet
.
Below
it
twenty
fathoms
or
more
,
there
was
a
wide
and
rugged
shelf
which
ended
suddenly
in
the
brink
of
a
sheer
cliff
:
the
East
Wall
of
Rohan
.
So
ended
the
Emyn
Muil
,
and
the
green
plains
of
the
Rohirrim
stretched
away
before
them
to
the
edge
of
sight
.
