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But
they
have
fought
many
battles
at
your
back
.
This
road
and
no
road
looks
towards
safety
any
longer
.
Be
vigilant
!
But
for
Gandalf
Stormcrow
you
would
have
seen
a
host
of
foes
coming
out
of
Anórien
and
no
Riders
of
Rohan
.
And
you
may
yet
.
Fare
you
well
,
and
sleep
not
!
'
Gandalf
passed
now
into
the
wide
land
beyond
the
Rammas
Echor
.
So
the
men
of
Gondor
called
the
out
wall
that
they
had
built
with
great
labour
,
after
Ithilien
fell
under
the
shadow
of
their
Enemy
.
For
ten
leagues
or
more
it
ran
from
the
mountains
'
feet
and
so
back
again
,
enclosing
in
its
fence
the
fields
of
the
Pelennor
:
fair
and
fertile
townlands
on
the
long
slopes
and
terraces
falling
to
the
deep
levels
of
the
Anduin
.
At
its
furthest
point
from
the
Great
Gate
of
the
City
,
north-eastward
,
the
wall
was
four
leagues
distant
,
and
there
from
a
frowning
bank
it
overlooked
the
long
flats
beside
the
river
,
and
men
had
made
it
high
and
strong
;
for
at
that
point
,
upon
a
walled
causeway
,
the
road
came
in
from
the
fords
and
bridges
of
Osgiliath
and
passed
through
a
guarded
gate
between
embattled
towers
.
At
its
nearest
point
the
wall
was
little
more
than
one
league
from
the
City
,
and
that
was
south-eastward
.
There
Anduin
,
going
in
a
wide
knee
about
the
hills
of
Emyn
Arnen
in
South
Ithilien
,
bent
sharply
west
,
and
the
out-wall
rose
upon
its
very
brink
;
and
beneath
it
lay
the
quays
and
landings
of
the
Harlond
for
craft
that
came
upstream
from
the
southern
fiefs
.
The
townlands
were
rich
,
with
wide
tilth
and
many
orchards
,
and
homesteads
there
were
with
oast
and
garner
,
fold
and
byre
,
and
many
rills
rippling
through
the
green
from
the
highlands
down
to
Anduin
.
Yet
the
herdsmen
and
husbandmen
that
dwelt
there
were
not
many
,
and
the
most
part
of
the
people
of
Gondor
lived
in
the
seven
circles
of
the
City
,
or
in
the
high
vales
of
the
mountain-borders
,
in
Lossarnach
,
or
further
south
in
fair
Lebennin
with
its
five
swift
streams
.
There
dwelt
a
hardy
folk
between
the
mountains
and
the
sea
.
They
were
reckoned
men
of
Gondor
,
yet
their
blood
was
mingled
,
and
there
were
short
and
swarthy
folk
among
them
whose
sires
came
more
from
the
forgotten
men
who
housed
in
the
shadow
of
the
hills
in
the
Dark
Years
ere
the
coming
of
the
kings
.
But
beyond
,
in
the
great
fief
of
Belfalas
,
dwelt
Prince
Imrahil
in
his
castle
of
Dol
Amroth
by
the
sea
,
and
he
was
of
high
blood
,
and
his
folk
also
,
tall
men
and
proud
with
sea-grey
eyes
.
Now
after
Gandalf
had
ridden
for
some
time
the
light
of
day
grew
in
the
sky
,
and
Pippin
roused
himself
and
looked
up
.
To
his
left
lay
a
sea
of
mist
,
rising
to
a
bleak
shadow
in
the
East
;
but
to
his
right
great
mountains
reared
their
heads
,
ranging
from
the
West
to
a
steep
and
sudden
end
,
as
if
in
the
making
of
the
land
the
River
had
burst
through
a
great
barrier
,
carving
out
a
mighty
valley
to
be
a
land
of
battle
and
debate
in
times
to
come
.
And
there
where
the
White
Mountains
of
Ered
Nimrais
came
to
their
end
he
saw
,
as
Gandalf
had
promised
,
the
dark
mass
of
Mount
Mindolluin
,
the
deep
purple
shadows
of
its
high
glens
,
and
its
tall
face
whitening
in
the
rising
day
.
And
upon
its
out-thrust
knee
was
the
Guarded
City
,
with
its
seven
walls
of
stone
so
strong
and
old
that
it
seemed
to
have
been
not
builded
but
carven
by
giants
out
of
the
bones
of
the
earth
.
Even
as
Pippin
gazed
in
wonder
the
walls
passed
from
looming
grey
to
white
,
blushing
faintly
in
the
dawn
;
and
suddenly
the
sun
climbed
over
the
eastern
shadow
and
sent
forth
a
shaft
that
smote
the
face
of
the
City
.
Then
Pippin
cried
aloud
,
for
the
Tower
of
Ecthelion
,
standing
high
within
the
topmost
walls
'
shone
out
against
the
sky
,
glimmering
like
a
spike
of
pearl
and
silver
,
tall
and
fair
and
shapely
,
and
its
pinnacle
glittered
as
if
it
were
wrought
of
crystals
;
and
white
banners
broke
and
fluttered
from
the
battlements
in
the
morning
breeze
'
and
high
and
far
he
heard
a
clear
ringing
as
of
silver
trumpets
.
So
Gandalf
and
Peregrin
rode
to
the
Great
Gate
of
the
Men
of
Gondor
at
the
rising
of
the
sun
,
and
its
iron
doors
rolled
back
before
them
.
'
Mithrandir
!
Mithrandir
!
'
men
cried
.
'
Now
we
know
that
the
storm
is
indeed
nigh
!
'
'
It
is
upon
you
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
I
have
ridden
on
its
wings
.
Let
me
pass
!
I
must
come
to
your
Lord
Denethor
,
while
his
stewardship
lasts
.
Whatever
betide
,
you
have
come
to
the
end
of
the
Gondor
that
you
have
known
.
Let
me
pass
!
'
