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lords
took
and
lowly
.
Long
now
they
sleep
under
grass
in
Gondor
by
the
Great
River
.
Grey
now
as
tears
,
gleaming
silver
,
red
then
it
rolled
,
roaring
water
:
foam
dyed
with
blood
flamed
at
sunset
;
as
beacons
mountains
burned
at
evening
;
red
fell
the
dew
in
Rammas
Echor
.
When
the
dark
shadow
at
the
Gate
withdrew
Gandalf
still
sat
motionless
.
But
Pippin
rose
to
his
feet
,
as
if
a
great
weight
had
been
lifted
from
him
;
and
he
stood
listening
to
the
horns
,
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
they
would
break
his
heart
with
joy
.
And
never
in
after
years
could
he
hear
a
horn
blown
in
the
distance
without
tears
starting
in
his
eyes
.
But
now
suddenly
his
errand
returned
to
his
memory
,
and
he
ran
forward
.
At
that
moment
Gandalf
stirred
and
spoke
to
Shadowfax
,
and
was
about
to
ride
through
the
Gate
.
'
Gandalf
,
Gandalf
!
'
cried
Pippin
,
and
Shadowfax
halted
.
'
What
are
you
doing
here
?
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
Is
it
not
a
law
in
the
City
that
those
who
wear
the
black
and
silver
must
stay
in
the
Citadel
,
unless
their
lord
gives
them
leave
?
'
