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'
These
we
will
take
!
'
said
Gandalf
suddenly
.
He
cast
aside
his
cloak
and
a
white
light
shone
forth
like
a
sword
in
that
black
place
.
Before
his
upraised
hand
the
foul
Messenger
recoiled
,
and
Gandalf
coming
seized
and
took
from
him
the
tokens
:
coat
,
cloak
,
and
sword
.
'
These
we
will
take
in
memory
of
our
friend
,
'
he
cried
.
'
But
as
for
your
terms
,
we
reject
them
utterly
.
Get
you
gone
,
for
your
embassy
is
over
and
death
is
near
to
you
.
We
did
not
come
here
to
waste
words
in
treating
with
Sauron
,
faithless
and
accursed
;
still
less
with
one
of
his
slaves
.
Begone
!
'
Then
the
Messenger
of
Mordor
laughed
no
more
.
His
face
was
twisted
with
amazement
and
anger
to
the
likeness
of
some
wild
beast
that
,
as
it
crouches
on
its
prey
,
is
smitten
on
the
muzzle
with
a
stinging
rod
.
Rage
filled
him
and
his
mouth
slavered
,
and
shapeless
sounds
of
fury
came
strangling
from
his
throat
.
But
he
looked
at
the
fell
faces
of
the
Captains
and
their
deadly
eyes
,
and
fear
overcame
his
wrath
.
He
gave
a
great
cry
,
and
turned
,
leaped
upon
his
steed
,
and
with
his
company
galloped
madly
back
to
Cirith
Gorgor
.
But
as
they
went
his
soldiers
blew
their
horns
in
signal
long
arranged
;
and
even
before
they
came
to
the
gate
Sauron
sprang
his
trap
.
Drums
rolled
and
fires
leaped
up
.
The
great
doors
of
the
Black
Gate
swung
back
wide
.
Out
of
it
streamed
a
great
host
as
swiftly
as
swirling
waters
when
a
sluice
is
lifted
.
The
Captains
mounted
again
and
rode
back
,
and
from
the
host
of
Mordor
there
went
up
a
jeering
yell
.
Dust
rose
smothering
the
air
,
as
from
nearby
there
marched
up
an
army
of
Easterlings
that
had
waited
for
the
signal
in
the
shadows
of
Ered
Lithui
beyond
the
further
Tower
.
Down
from
the
hills
on
either
side
of
the
Morannon
poured
Orcs
innumerable
.
The
men
of
the
West
were
trapped
,
and
soon
.
all
about
the
grey
mounds
where
they
stood
,
forces
ten
times
and
more
than
ten
times
their
match
would
ring
them
in
a
sea
of
enemies
.
Sauron
had
taken
the
proffered
bait
in
jaws
of
steel
.
Little
time
was
left
to
Aragorn
for
the
ordering
of
his
battle
.
Upon
the
one
hill
he
stood
with
Gandalf
,
and
there
fair
and
desperate
was
raised
the
banner
of
the
Tree
and
Stars
.
Upon
the
other
hill
hard
by
stood
the
banners
of
Rohan
and
Dol
Amroth
,
White
Horse
and
Silver
Swan
.
And
about
each
hill
a
ring
was
made
facing
all
ways
,
bristling
with
spear
and
sword
.
But
in
the
front
towards
Mordor
where
the
first
bitter
assault
would
come
there
stood
the
sons
of
Elrond
on
the
left
with
the
Dúnedain
about
them
,
and
on
the
right
the
Prince
Imrahil
with
the
men
of
Dol
Amroth
tall
and
fair
,
and
picked
men
of
the
Tower
of
Guard
.
The
wind
blew
,
and
the
trumpets
sang
,
and
arrows
whined
;
but
the
sun
now
climbing
towards
the
South
was
veiled
in
the
reeks
of
Mordor
,
and
through
a
threatening
haze
it
gleamed
,
remote
,
a
sullen
red
,
as
if
it
were
the
ending
of
the
day
,
or
the
end
maybe
of
all
the
world
of
light
.
And
out
of
the
gathering
mirk
the
Nazgûl
came
with
.
their
cold
voices
crying
words
of
death
;
and
then
all
hope
was
quenched
.
Pippin
had
bowed
crushed
with
horror
when
he
heard
Gandalf
reject
the
terms
and
doom
Frodo
to
the
torment
of
the
Tower
;
but
he
had
mastered
himself
,
and
now
he
stood
beside
Beregond
in
the
front
rank
of
Gondor
with
Imrahil
's
men
.
For
it
seemed
best
to
him
to
die
soon
and
leave
the
bitter
story
of
his
life
,
since
all
was
in
ruin
.
'
I
wish
Merry
was
here
,
'
he
heard
himself
saying
,
and
quick
thoughts
raced
through
his
mind
,
even
as
he
watched
the
enemy
come
charging
to
the
assault
.
'
Well
,
well
,
now
at
any
rate
I
understand
poor
Denethor
a
little
better
.
We
might
die
together
,
Merry
and
I
,
and
since
die
we
must
,
why
not
?
Well
,
as
he
is
not
here
,
I
hope
he
'll
find
an
easier
end
.
But
now
I
must
do
my
best
.
'
