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'
No
,
he
will
try
to
trap
the
fly
and
take
the
sting
,
'
said
Gandalf
'
And
there
are
names
among
us
that
are
worth
more
than
a
thousand
mail-clad
knights
apiece
.
No
,
he
will
not
smile
.
'
'
Neither
shall
we
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
If
this
be
jest
,
then
it
is
too
bitter
for
laughter
.
Nay
,
it
is
the
last
move
in
a
great
jeopardy
,
and
for
one
side
or
the
other
it
will
bring
the
end
of
the
game
.
'
Then
he
drew
Andúril
and
held
it
up
glittering
in
the
sun
.
'
You
shall
not
be
sheathed
again
until
the
last
battle
is
fought
;
'
he
said
.
Two
days
later
the
army
of
the
West
was
all
assembled
on
the
Pelennor
.
The
host
of
Orcs
and
Easterlings
had
turned
back
out
of
Anórien
,
but
harried
and
scattered
by
the
Rohirrim
they
had
broken
and
fled
with
little
fighting
towards
Cair
Andros
;
and
with
that
threat
destroyed
and
new
strength
arriving
out
of
the
South
the
City
was
as
well
manned
as
might
be
.
Scouts
reported
that
no
enemies
remained
upon
the
roads
east
as
far
as
the
Cross-roads
of
the
Fallen
King
.
All
now
was
ready
for
the
last
throw
.
Legolas
and
Gimli
were
to
ride
again
together
in
the
company
of
Aragorn
and
Gandalf
,
who
went
in
the
van
with
the
Dúnedain
and
the
sons
of
Elrond
.
But
Merry
to
his
shame
was
not
to
go
with
them
.
'
You
are
not
fit
for
such
a
journey
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
But
do
not
be
ashamed
.
If
you
do
no
more
in
this
war
,
you
have
already
earned
great
honour
.
Peregrin
shall
go
and
represent
the
Shirefolk
;
and
do
not
grudge
him
his
chance
of
peril
,
for
though
he
has
done
as
well
as
his
fortune
allowed
him
,
he
has
yet
to
match
your
deed
.
But
in
truth
all
now
are
in
like
danger
.
Though
it
may
be
our
part
to
find
bitter
end
before
the
Gate
of
Mordor
,
if
we
do
so
,
then
you
will
come
also
to
a
last
stand
,
either
here
or
wherever
the
black
tide
overtakes
you
.
Farewell
!
'
And
so
despondently
Merry
now
stood
and
watched
the
mustering
of
the
army
.
Bergil
was
with
him
,
and
he
also
was
downcast
;
for
his
father
was
to
march
leading
a
company
of
the
Men
of
the
City
:
he
could
not
rejoin
the
Guard
until
his
case
was
judged
.
In
that
same
company
Pippin
was
also
to
go
,
as
a
soldier
of
Gondor
.
Merry
could
see
him
not
far
off
,
a
small
but
upright
figure
among
the
tall
men
of
Minas
Tirith
.
At
last
the
trumpets
rang
and
the
army
began
to
move
.
Troop
by
troop
,
and
company
by
company
,
they
wheeled
and
went
off
eastward
.
And
long
after
they
had
passed
away
out
of
sight
down
the
great
road
to
the
Causeway
,
Merry
stood
there
.
The
last
glint
of
the
morning
sun
on
spear
and
helm
twinkled
and
was
lost
,
and
still
he
remained
with
bowed
head
and
heavy
heart
,
feeling
friendless
and
alone
.
Everyone
that
he
cared
for
had
gone
away
into
the
gloom
that
hung
over
the
distant
eastern
sky
;
and
little
hope
at
all
was
left
in
his
heart
that
he
would
ever
see
any
of
them
again
.
As
if
recalled
by
his
mood
of
despair
,
the
pain
in
his
arm
returned
,
and
he
felt
weak
and
old
,
and
the
sunlight
seemed
thin
.
He
was
roused
by
the
touch
of
Bergil
's
hand
.
