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'
Forlong
!
'
men
shouted
.
'
True
heart
,
true
friend
!
Forlong
!
'
But
when
the
men
of
Lossarnach
had
passed
they
muttered
:
'
So
few
!
Two
hundreds
,
what
are
they
?
We
hoped
for
ten
times
the
number
.
That
will
be
the
new
tidings
of
the
black
fleet
.
They
are
sparing
only
a
tithe
of
their
strength
.
Still
every
little
is
a
gain
.
'
And
so
the
companies
came
and
were
hailed
and
cheered
and
passed
through
the
Gate
,
men
of
the
Outlands
marching
to
defend
the
City
of
Gondor
in
a
dark
hour
;
but
always
too
few
,
always
less
than
hope
looked
for
or
need
asked
.
The
men
of
Ringló
Vale
behind
the
son
of
their
lord
,
Dervorin
striding
on
foot
:
three
hundreds
.
From
the
uplands
of
Morthond
,
the
great
Blackroot
Vale
,
tall
Duinhir
with
his
sons
,
Duilin
and
Derufin
,
and
five
hundred
bowmen
.
From
the
Anfalas
,
the
Langstrand
far
away
,
a
long
line
of
men
of
many
sorts
,
hunters
and
herdsmen
and
men
of
little
villages
,
scantily
equipped
save
for
the
household
of
Golasgil
their
lord
.
From
Lamedon
,
a
few
grim
hillmen
without
a
captain
.
Fisher-folk
of
the
Ethir
,
some
hundred
or
more
spared
from
the
ships
.
Hirluin
the
Fair
of
the
Green
Hills
from
Pinnath
Gelin
with
three
hundreds
of
gallant
green-clad
men
.
And
last
and
proudest
,
Imrahil
,
Prince
of
Dol
Amroth
,
kinsman
of
the
Lord
,
with
gilded
banners
bearing
his
token
of
the
Ship
and
the
Silver
Swan
,
and
a
company
of
knights
in
full
harness
riding
grey
horses
;
and
behind
them
seven
hundreds
of
men
at
arms
,
tall
as
lords
,
grey-eyed
,
dark-haired
,
singing
as
they
came
.
And
that
was
all
,
less
than
three
thousands
full
told
.
No
more
would
come
.
Their
cries
and
the
tramp
of
their
feet
passed
into
the
City
and
died
away
.
The
onlookers
stood
silent
for
a
while
.
Dust
hung
in
the
air
,
for
the
wind
had
died
and
the
evening
was
heavy
.
Already
the
closing
hour
was
drawing
nigh
,
and
the
red
sun
had
gone
behind
Mindolluin
.
Shadow
came
down
on
the
City
.
Pippin
looked
up
,
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
sky
had
grown
ashen-grey
,
as
if
a
vast
dust
and
smoke
hung
above
them
,
and
light
came
dully
through
it
.
But
in
the
West
the
dying
sun
had
set
all
the
fume
on
fire
,
and
now
Mindolluin
stood
black
against
a
burning
smoulder
flecked
with
embers
.
'
So
ends
a
fair
day
in
wrath
!
'
he
said
forgetful
of
the
lad
at
his
side
.
'
So
it
will
,
if
I
have
not
returned
before
the
sundown-bells
,
'
said
Bergil
.
'
Come
!
There
goes
the
trumpet
for
the
closing
of
the
Gate
.
'
Hand
in
hand
they
went
back
into
the
City
,
the
last
to
pass
the
Gate
before
it
was
shut
;
and
as
they
reached
the
Lampwrights
'
Street
all
the
bells
in
the
towers
tolled
solemnly
.
Lights
sprang
in
many
windows
,
and
from
the
houses
and
wards
of
the
men
at
arms
along
the
walls
there
came
the
sound
of
song
.
'
Farewell
for
this
time
,
'
said
Bergil
.
'
Take
my
greetings
to
my
:
father
,
and
thank
him
for
the
company
that
he
sent
.
Come
again
soon
,
I
beg
.
Almost
I
wish
now
that
there
was
no
war
,
for
we
might
have
had
some
merry
times
.
We
might
have
journeyed
to
Lossarnach
,
to
my
grandsire
's
house
;
it
is
good
to
be
there
in
Spring
,
the
woods
and
fields
are
full
of
flowers
.
But
maybe
we
will
go
thither
together
yet
.
They
will
never
overcome
our
Lord
,
and
my
father
is
very
valiant
.
Farewell
and
return
!
'
They
parted
and
Pippin
hurried
back
towards
the
citadel
.
It
seemed
a
long
way
,
and
he
grew
hot
and
very
hungry
;
and
night
closed
down
swift
and
dark
.
Not
a
star
pricked
the
sky
.
He
was
late
for
the
daymeal
in
the
mess
,
and
Beregond
greeted
him
gladly
,
and
sat
him
at
his
side
to
hear
news
of
his
son
.
After
the
meal
Pippin
stayed
a
while
,
and
then
took
his
leave
,
for
a
strange
gloom
was
on
him
,
and
now
he
desired
very
much
to
see
Gandalf
again
.
