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'
And
doubtless
the
good
stone-work
is
the
older
and
was
wrought
in
the
first
building
,
'
said
Gimli
.
'
It
is
ever
so
with
the
things
that
Men
begin
:
there
is
a
frost
in
Spring
,
or
a
blight
in
Summer
,
and
they
fail
of
their
promise
.
'
'
Yet
seldom
do
they
fail
of
their
seed
,
'
said
Legolas
.
'
And
that
will
lie
in
the
dust
and
rot
to
spring
up
again
in
times
and
places
unlooked-for
.
The
deeds
of
Men
will
outlast
us
,
Gimli
.
'
'
And
yet
come
to
naught
in
the
end
but
might-have-beens
,
I
guess
,
'
said
the
Dwarf
.
'
To
that
the
Elves
know
not
the
answer
,
'
said
Legolas
.
With
that
the
servant
of
the
Prince
came
and
led
them
to
the
Houses
of
Healing
;
and
there
they
found
their
friends
in
the
garden
,
and
their
meeting
was
a
merry
one
.
For
a
while
they
walked
and
talked
,
rejoicing
for
a
brief
space
in
peace
and
rest
under
the
morning
high
up
in
the
windy
circles
of
the
City
.
Then
when
Merry
became
weary
,
they
went
and
sat
upon
the
wall
with
the
greensward
of
the
Houses
of
Healing
behind
them
;
and
away
southward
before
them
was
the
Anduin
glittering
in
the
sun
,
as
it
flowed
away
,
out
of
the
sight
even
of
Legolas
,
into
the
wide
flats
and
green
haze
of
Lebennin
and
South
Ithilien
.
And
now
Legolas
fell
silent
,
while
the
others
talked
,
and
he
looked
out
against
the
sun
,
and
as
he
gazed
he
saw
white
sea-birds
beating
up
the
River
.
'
Look
!
'
he
cried
.
'
Gulls
!
They
are
flying
far
inland
.
A
wonder
they
are
to
me
and
a
trouble
to
my
heart
.
Never
in
all
my
life
had
I
met
them
,
until
we
came
to
Pelargir
,
and
there
I
heard
them
crying
in
the
air
as
we
rode
to
the
battle
of
the
ships
.
Then
I
stood
still
,
forgetting
war
in
Middle-earth
;
for
their
wailing
voices
spoke
to
me
of
the
Sea
.
The
Sea
!
Alas
!
I
have
not
yet
beheld
it
.
But
deep
in
the
hearts
of
all
my
kindred
lies
the
sea-longing
,
which
it
is
perilous
to
stir
.
Alas
!
for
the
gulls
.
No
peace
shall
I
have
again
under
beech
or
under
elm
.
'
'
Say
not
so
!
'
said
Gimli
.
'
There
are
countless
things
still
to
see
in
Middle-earth
,
and
great
works
to
do
.
But
if
all
the
fair
folk
take
to
the
Havens
,
it
will
be
a
duller
world
for
those
who
are
doomed
to
stay
.
'
