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'
What
hope
have
we
?
'
said
Faramir
.
'
It
is
long
since
we
had
any
hope
.
The
sword
of
Elendil
,
if
it
returns
indeed
,
may
rekindle
it
,
but
I
do
not
think
that
it
will
do
more
than
put
off
the
evil
day
,
unless
other
help
unlooked-for
also
comes
,
from
Elves
or
Men
.
For
the
Enemy
increases
and
we
decrease
.
We
are
a
failing
people
,
a
springless
autumn
.
'
The
Men
of
Númenor
were
settled
far
and
wide
on
the
shores
and
seaward
regions
of
the
Great
Lands
,
but
for
the
most
part
they
fell
into
evils
and
follies
.
Many
became
enamoured
of
the
Darkness
and
the
black
arts
;
some
were
given
over
wholly
to
idleness
and
ease
,
and
some
fought
among
themselves
,
until
they
were
conquered
in
their
weakness
by
the
wild
men
.
'
It
is
not
said
that
evil
arts
were
ever
practised
in
Gondor
,
or
that
the
Nameless
One
was
ever
named
in
honour
there
;
and
the
old
wisdom
and
beauty
brought
out
of
the
West
remained
long
in
the
realm
of
the
sons
of
Elendil
the
Fair
,
and
they
linger
there
still
.
Yet
even
so
it
was
Gondor
that
brought
about
its
own
decay
,
falling
by
degrees
into
dotage
,
and
thinking
that
the
Enemy
was
asleep
,
who
was
only
banished
not
destroyed
.
'D
eath
was
ever
present
,
because
the
Númenoreans
still
,
as
they
had
in
their
old
kingdom
,
and
so
lost
it
,
hungered
after
endless
life
unchanging
.
Kings
made
tombs
more
splendid
than
houses
of
the
living
.
and
counted
old
names
in
the
rolls
of
their
descent
dearer
than
the
names
of
sons
.
Childless
lords
sat
in
aged
halls
musing
on
heraldry
;
in
secret
chambers
withered
men
compounded
strong
elixirs
,
or
in
high
cold
towers
asked
questions
of
the
stars
.
And
the
last
king
of
the
line
of
Anárion
had
no
heir
.
'
But
the
stewards
were
wiser
and
more
fortunate
.
Wiser
,
for
they
recruited
the
strength
of
our
people
from
the
sturdy
folk
of
the
sea-coast
,
and
from
the
hardy
mountaineers
of
Ered
Nimrais
.
And
they
made
a
truce
with
the
proud
peoples
of
the
North
,
who
often
had
assailed
us
,
men
of
fierce
valour
,
but
our
kin
from
afar
off
,
unlike
the
wild
Easterlings
or
the
cruel
Haradrim
.
'S
o
it
came
to
pass
in
the
days
of
Cirion
the
Twelfth
Steward
(
and
my
father
is
the
sit
and
twentieth
)
that
they
rode
to
our
aid
and
at
the
great
Field
of
Celebrant
they
destroyed
our
enemies
that
had
seized
our
northern
provinces
.
These
are
the
Rohirrim
,
as
we
name
them
,
masters
of
horses
,
and
we
ceded
to
them
the
fields
of
Calenardhon
that
are
since
called
Rohan
;
for
that
province
had
long
been
sparsely
peopled
.
And
they
became
our
allies
,
and
have
ever
proved
true
to
us
,
aiding
us
at
need
,
and
guarding
our
northern
marches
and
the
Gap
of
Rohan
.
'
Of
our
lore
and
manners
they
have
learned
what
they
would
,
and
their
lords
speak
our
speech
at
need
;
yet
for
the
most
part
they
hold
by
the
ways
of
their
own
fathers
and
to
their
own
memories
,
and
they
speak
among
themselves
their
own
North
tongue
.
And
we
love
them
:
tall
men
and
fair
women
,
valiant
both
alike
,
golden-haired
,
bright-eyed
,
and
strong
;
they
remind
us
of
the
youth
of
Men
,
as
they
were
in
the
Elder
Days
.
Indeed
it
is
said
by
our
lore-masters
that
they
have
from
of
old
this
affinity
with
us
that
they
are
come
from
those
same
Three
Houses
of
Men
as
were
the
Númenoreans
in
their
beginning
not
from
Hador
the
Goldenhaired
,
the
Elf-friend
,
maybe
,
yet
from
such
of
his
sons
and
people
as
went
not
over
Sea
into
the
West
,
refusing
the
call
.
'
For
so
we
reckon
Men
in
our
lore
,
calling
them
the
High
,
or
Men
of
the
West
,
which
were
Númenoreans
;
and
the
Middle
Peoples
,
Men
of
the
Twilight
,
such
as
are
the
Rohirrim
and
their
kin
that
dwell
still
far
in
the
North
;
and
the
Wild
,
the
Men
of
Darkness
.
