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'
It
was
made
,
and
it
had
not
been
destroyed
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
From
the
lowest
dungeon
to
the
highest
peak
it
climbed
.
ascending
in
unbroken
spiral
in
many
thousand
steps
,
until
it
issued
at
last
in
Durin
's
Tower
carved
in
the
living
rock
of
Zirak-zigil
,
the
pinnacle
of
the
Silvertine
.
'
There
upon
Celebdil
was
a
lonely
window
in
the
snow
,
and
before
it
lay
a
narrow
space
,
a
dizzy
eyrie
above
the
mists
of
the
world
.
The
sun
shone
fiercely
there
,
but
all
below
was
wrapped
in
cloud
.
Out
he
sprang
,
and
even
as
I
came
behind
,
he
burst
into
new
flame
.
There
was
none
to
see
,
or
perhaps
in
after
ages
songs
would
still
be
sung
of
the
Battle
of
the
Peak
.
'
Suddenly
Gandalf
laughed
.
'
But
what
would
they
say
in
song
?
Those
that
looked
up
from
afar
thought
that
the
mountain
was
crowned
with
storm
.
Thunder
they
heard
,
and
lightning
,
they
said
,
smote
upon
Celebdil
,
and
leaped
back
broken
into
tongues
of
fire
.
Is
not
that
enough
?
A
great
smoke
rose
about
us
,
vapour
and
steam
.
Ice
fell
like
rain
.
I
threw
down
my
enemy
,
and
he
fell
from
the
high
place
and
broke
the
mountain-side
where
he
smote
it
in
his
ruin
.
Then
darkness
took
me
;
and
I
strayed
out
of
thought
and
time
,
and
I
wandered
far
on
roads
that
I
will
not
tell
.
'N
aked
I
was
sent
back
-
for
a
brief
time
,
until
my
task
is
done
.
And
naked
I
lay
upon
the
mountain-top
.
The
tower
behind
was
crumbled
into
dust
,
the
window
gone
;
the
ruined
stair
was
choked
with
burned
and
broken
stone
.
I
was
alone
,
forgotten
,
without
escape
upon
the
hard
horn
of
the
world
.
There
I
lay
staring
upward
,
while
the
stars
wheeled
over
,
and
each
day
was
as
long
as
a
life-age
of
the
earth
.
Faint
to
my
ears
came
the
gathered
rumour
of
all
lands
:
the
springing
and
the
dying
,
the
song
and
the
weeping
,
and
the
slow
everlasting
groan
of
overburdened
stone
.
And
so
at
the
last
Gwaihir
the
Windlord
found
me
again
,
and
he
took
me
up
and
bore
me
away
.
'
'
Ever
am
I
fated
to
be
your
burden
,
friend
at
need
,
'
I
said
.
'
'
A
burden
you
have
been
,
'
he
answered
,
'
but
not
so
now
.
Light
as
a
swan
's
feather
in
my
claw
you
are
.
The
Sun
shines
through
you
.
Indeed
I
do
not
think
you
need
me
any
more
:
were
I
to
let
you
fall
you
would
float
upon
the
wind
.
'
'
'D
o
not
let
me
fall
!
'
I
gasped
,
for
I
felt
life
in
me
again
.
'
Bear
me
to
Lothlórien
!
'
'
'
That
indeed
is
the
command
of
the
Lady
Galadriel
who
sent
me
to
look
for
you
,
'
he
answered
.
'
Thus
it
was
that
I
came
to
Caras
Galadhon
and
found
you
but
lately
gone
.
I
tarried
there
in
the
ageless
time
of
that
land
where
days
bring
healing
not
decay
.
Healing
I
found
,
and
I
was
clothed
in
white
.
Counsel
I
gave
and
counsel
took
.
Thence
by
strange
roads
I
came
,
and
messages
I
bring
to
some
of
you
.
To
Aragorn
I
was
bidden
to
say
this
:
