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'
Gandalf
!
'
said
Frodo
.
'
I
thought
it
was
he
.
Gandalf
the
Grey
dearest
of
counsellors
.
Leader
of
our
Company
.
He
was
lost
in
Moria
.
'
'M
ithrandir
was
lost
!
'
said
Faramir
.
'
An
evil
fate
seems
to
have
pursued
your
fellowship
.
It
is
hard
indeed
to
believe
that
one
of
so
great
wisdom
,
and
of
power
-
for
many
wonderful
things
he
did
among
us
-
could
perish
,
and
so
much
lore
be
taken
from
the
world
.
Are
you
sure
of
this
,
and
that
he
did
not
just
leave
you
and
depart
where
he
would
?
'
'
Alas
!
yes
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
I
saw
him
fall
into
the
abyss
.
'
'
I
see
that
there
is
some
great
tale
of
dread
in
this
.
'
said
Faramir
'
which
perhaps
you
may
tell
me
in
the
evening-time
.
This
Mithrandir
was
,
I
now
guess
,
more
than
a
lore-master
:
a
great
mover
of
the
deeds
that
are
done
in
our
time
.
Had
he
been
among
us
to
consult
concerning
the
hard
words
of
our
dream
,
he
could
have
made
them
clear
to
us
without
need
of
messenger
.
Yet
,
maybe
,
he
would
not
have
done
so
,
and
the
journey
of
Boromir
was
doomed
.
Mithrandir
never
spoke
to
us
of
what
was
to
be
,
nor
did
he
reveal
his
purposes
.
He
got
leave
of
Denethor
,
how
I
do
not
know
,
to
look
at
the
secrets
of
our
treasury
,
and
I
learned
a
little
of
him
,
when
he
would
teach
(
and
that
was
seldom
)
.
Ever
he
would
search
and
would
question
us
above
all
else
concerning
the
Great
Battle
that
was
fought
upon
Dagorlad
in
the
beginning
of
Gondor
,
when
He
whom
we
do
not
name
was
overthrown
.
And
he
was
eager
for
stories
of
Isildur
,
though
of
him
we
had
less
to
tell
;
for
nothing
certain
was
ever
known
among
us
of
his
end
.
'
Now
Faramir
's
voice
sank
to
a
whisper
.
'
But
this
much
I
learned
or
guessed
,
and
I
have
kept
it
ever
secret
in
my
heart
since
:
that
Isildur
took
somewhat
from
the
hand
of
the
Unnamed
,
ere
he
went
away
from
Gondor
,
never
to
be
seen
among
mortal
men
again
.
Here
I
thought
was
the
answer
to
Mithrandir
's
questioning
.
But
it
seemed
then
a
matter
that
concerned
only
the
seekers
after
ancient
learning
.
Nor
when
the
riddling
words
of
our
dream
were
debated
among
us
,
did
I
think
of
Isildur
's
Bane
as
being
this
same
thing
.
For
Isildur
was
ambushed
and
slain
by
orc-arrows
,
according
to
the
only
legend
that
we
knew
,
and
Mithrandir
had
never
told
me
more
.
'
What
in
truth
this
Thing
is
I
can
not
yet
guess
;
but
some
heirloom
of
power
and
peril
it
must
be
.
A
fell
weapon
,
perchance
,
devised
by
the
Dark
Lord
.
If
it
were
a
thing
that
gave
advantage
in
battle
.
I
can
well
believe
that
Boromir
,
the
proud
and
fearless
,
often
rash
,
ever
anxious
for
the
victory
of
Minas
Tirith
(
and
his
own
glory
therein
)
,
might
desire
such
a
thing
and
be
allured
by
it
.
Alas
that
ever
he
went
on
that
errand
!
I
should
have
been
chosen
by
my
father
and
the
elders
but
he
put
himself
forward
.
as
being
the
older
and
the
hardier
(
both
true
)
,
and
he
would
not
be
stayed
.
'
But
fear
no
more
!
I
would
not
take
this
thing
,
if
it
lay
by
the
highway
.
Not
were
Minas
Tirith
falling
in
ruin
and
I
alone
could
save
her
,
so
,
using
the
weapon
of
the
Dark
Lord
for
her
good
and
my
glory
.
No
.
I
do
not
wish
for
such
triumphs
,
Frodo
son
of
Drogo
.
'
'N
either
did
the
Council
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'N
or
do
I.
I
would
have
nothing
to
do
with
such
matters
.
'
'
For
myself
,
'
said
Faramir
,
'
I
would
see
the
White
Tree
in
flower
again
in
the
courts
of
the
kings
,
and
the
Silver
Crown
return
,
and
Minas
Tirith
in
peace
:
Minas
Anor
again
as
of
old
,
full
of
light
,
high
and
fair
,
beautiful
as
a
queen
among
other
queens
:
not
a
mistress
of
many
slaves
,
nay
,
not
even
a
kind
mistress
of
willing
slaves
.
War
must
be
,
while
we
defend
our
lives
against
a
destroyer
who
would
devour
all
;
but
I
do
not
love
the
bright
sword
for
its
sharpness
,
nor
the
arrow
for
its
swiftness
,
nor
the
warrior
for
his
glory
.
