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It
waded
deep
,
as
if
it
were
heavily
burdened
,
and
it
seemed
to
me
as
it
passed
under
my
gaze
that
it
was
almost
filled
with
clear
water
,
from
which
came
the
light
;
and
lapped
in
the
water
a
warrior
lay
asleep
.
'
A
broken
sword
was
on
his
knee
.
I
saw
many
wounds
on
him
.
It
was
Boromir
,
my
brother
,
dead
.
I
knew
his
gear
,
his
sword
,
his
beloved
face
.
One
thing
only
I
missed
:
his
horn
.
One
thing
only
I
knew
not
:
a
fair
belt
,
as
it
were
of
linked
golden
leaves
,
about
his
waist
.
Boromir
!
I
cried
.
Where
is
thy
horn
?
Whither
goest
thou
?
O
Boromir
!
But
he
was
gone
.
The
boat
turned
into
the
stream
and
passed
glimmering
on
into
the
night
.
Dreamlike
it
was
.
and
yet
no
dream
,
for
there
was
no
waking
.
And
I
do
not
doubt
that
he
is
dead
and
has
passed
down
the
River
to
the
Sea
.
'
'
Alas
!
'
said
Frodo
.
'
That
was
indeed
Boromir
as
I
knew
him
.
For
the
golden
belt
was
given
to
him
in
Lothlórien
by
the
Lady
Galadriel
.
She
it
was
that
clothed
us
as
you
see
us
,
in
elven-grey
.
This
brooch
is
of
the
same
workmanship
.
'
He
touched
the
green
and
silver
leaf
that
fastened
his
cloak
beneath
his
throat
.
Faramir
looked
closely
at
it
.
'
It
is
beautiful
,
'
he
said
.
'
Yes
,
'
tis
work
of
the
same
craft
.
So
then
you
passed
through
the
Land
of
Lórien
?
Laurelindórenan
it
was
named
of
old
,
but
long
now
it
has
lain
beyond
the
knowledge
of
Men
,
'
he
added
softly
,
regarding
Frodo
with
a
new
wonder
in
his
eyes
.
'
Much
that
was
strange
about
you
I
begin
now
to
understand
.
Will
you
not
tell
me
more
?
For
it
is
a
bitter
thought
that
Boromir
died
,
within
sight
of
the
land
of
his
home
.
'
'N
o
more
can
I
say
than
I
have
said
,
'
answered
Frodo
.
'
Though
your
tale
fills
me
with
foreboding
.
A
vision
it
was
that
you
saw
,
I
think
,
and
no
more
,
some
shadow
of
evil
fortune
that
has
been
or
will
be
.
Unless
indeed
it
is
some
lying
trick
of
the
Enemy
.
I
have
seen
the
faces
of
fair
warriors
of
old
laid
in
sleep
beneath
the
pools
of
the
Dead
Marshes
,
or
seeming
so
by
his
foul
arts
.
'
'N
ay
,
it
was
not
so
,
'
said
Faramir
.
'
For
his
works
fill
the
heart
with
loathing
;
but
my
heart
was
filled
with
grief
and
pity
.
'
'
Yet
how
could
such
a
thing
have
happened
in
truth
?
'
asked
Frodo
.
'
For
no
boat
could
have
been
carried
over
the
stony
hills
from
Tol
Brandir
;
and
Boromir
purposed
to
go
home
across
the
Entwash
and
the
fields
of
Rohan
.
And
yet
how
could
any
vessel
ride
the
foam
of
the
great
falls
and
not
founder
in
the
boiling
pools
,
though
laden
with
water
?
'
'
I
know
not
,
'
said
Faramir
.
'
But
whence
came
the
boat
?
'
'
From
Lórien
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
In
three
such
boats
we
rowed
down
Anduin
to
the
Falls
.
They
also
were
of
elven-work
.
'
'
You
passed
through
the
Hidden
Land
,
'
said
Faramir
,
'
but
it
seems
that
you
little
understood
its
power
.
If
Men
have
dealings
with
the
Mistress
of
Magic
who
dwells
in
the
Golden
Wood
,
then
they
may
look
for
strange
things
to
follow
.
For
it
is
perilous
for
mortal
man
to
walk
out
of
the
world
of
this
Sun
,
and
few
of
old
came
thence
unchanged
,
'
tis
said
.
