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I
love
only
that
which
they
defend
:
the
city
of
the
Men
of
Númenor
;
and
I
would
have
her
loved
for
her
memory
,
her
ancientry
,
her
beauty
,
and
her
present
wisdom
.
Not
feared
,
save
as
men
may
fear
the
dignity
of
a
man
,
old
and
wise
.
'S
o
fear
me
not
!
I
do
not
ask
you
to
tell
me
more
.
I
do
not
even
ask
you
to
tell
me
whether
I
now
speak
nearer
the
mark
.
But
if
you
will
trust
me
,
it
may
be
that
I
can
advise
you
in
your
present
quest
,
whatever
that
be-yes
,
and
even
aid
you
.
'
Frodo
made
no
answer
.
Almost
he
yielded
to
the
desire
for
help
and
counsel
,
to
tell
this
grave
young
man
,
whose
words
seemed
so
wise
and
fair
,
all
that
was
in
his
mind
.
But
something
held
him
back
.
His
heart
was
heavy
with
fear
and
sorrow
:
if
he
and
Sam
were
indeed
,
as
seemed
likely
,
all
that
was
now
left
of
the
Nine
Walkers
,
then
he
was
in
sole
command
of
the
secret
of
their
errand
.
Better
mistrust
undeserved
than
rash
words
.
And
the
memory
of
Boromir
,
of
the
dreadful
change
that
the
lure
of
the
Ring
had
worked
in
him
,
was
very
present
to
his
mind
,
when
he
looked
at
Faramir
and
listened
to
his
voice
:
unlike
they
were
,
and
yet
also
much
akin
.
They
walked
on
in
silence
for
a
while
,
passing
like
grey
and
green
shadows
under
the
old
trees
,
their
feet
making
no
sound
;
above
them
many
birds
sang
,
and
the
sun
glistened
on
the
polished
roof
of
dark
leaves
in
the
evergreen
woods
of
Ithilien
.
Sam
had
taken
no
part
in
the
conversation
,
though
he
had
listened
;
and
at
the
same
time
he
had
attended
with
his
keen
hobbit
ears
to
all
the
soft
woodland
noises
about
them
.
One
thing
he
had
noted
,
that
in
all
the
talk
the
name
of
Gollum
had
not
once
come
up
.
He
was
glad
,
though
he
felt
that
it
was
too
much
to
hope
that
he
would
never
hear
it
again
.
He
soon
became
aware
also
that
though
they
walked
alone
,
there
were
many
men
close
at
hand
:
not
only
Damrod
and
Mablung
flitting
in
and
out
of
the
shadows
ahead
,
but
others
on
either
side
,
all
making
their
swift
secret
way
to
some
appointed
place
.
Once
,
looking
suddenly
back
,
as
if
some
prickle
of
the
skin
told
him
that
he
was
watched
from
behind
,
he
thought
he
caught
a
brief
glimpse
of
a
small
dark
shape
slipping
behind
a
tree-trunk
.
He
opened
his
mouth
to
speak
and
shut
it
again
.
'
I
'm
not
sure
of
it
,
'
he
said
to
himself
,
'
and
why
should
I
remind
them
of
the
old
villain
,
if
they
choose
to
forget
him
?
I
wish
I
could
!
'
So
they
passed
on
,
until
the
woodlands
grew
thinner
and
the
land
began
to
fall
more
steeply
.
Then
they
turned
aside
again
,
to
the
right
,
and
came
quickly
to
a
small
river
in
a
narrow
gorge
:
it
was
the
same
stream
that
trickled
far
above
out
of
the
round
pool
,
now
grown
to
a
swift
torrent
,
leaping
down
over
many
stones
in
a
deep-cloven
bed
,
overhung
with
ilex
and
dark
box-woods
.
Looking
west
they
could
see
,
below
them
in
a
haze
of
light
,
lowlands
and
broad
meads
,
and
glinting
far
off
in
the
westering
sun
the
wide
waters
of
the
Anduin
.
'
Here
,
alas
!
I
must
do
you
a
discourtesy
,
'
said
Faramir
.
"
I
hope
you
will
pardon
it
to
one
who
has
so
far
made
his
orders
give
way
to
courtesy
as
not
to
slay
you
or
to
bind
you
.
But
it
is
a
command
that
no
stranger
,
not
even
one
of
Rohan
that
fights
with
us
,
shall
see
the
path
we
now
go
with
open
eyes
.
I
must
blindfold
you
.
'
