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'
To
fulfil
our
oath
and
have
peace
.
'
Then
Aragorn
said
:
'
The
hour
is
come
at
last
.
Now
I
go
to
Pelargir
upon
Anduin
,
and
ye
shall
come
after
me
.
And
when
all
this
land
is
clean
of
the
servants
of
Sauron
,
I
will
hold
the
oath
fulfilled
,
and
ye
shall
have
peace
and
depart
for
ever
.
For
I
am
Elessar
,
Isildur
's
heir
of
Gondor
.
'
And
with
that
he
bade
Halbarad
unfurl
the
great
standard
which
he
had
brought
;
and
behold
!
it
was
black
,
and
if
there
was
any
device
upon
it
,
it
was
hidden
in
the
darkness
.
Then
there
was
silence
,
and
not
a
whisper
nor
a
sigh
was
heard
again
all
the
long
night
.
The
Company
camped
beside
the
Stone
,
but
they
slept
little
,
because
of
the
dread
of
the
Shadows
that
hedged
them
round
.
But
when
the
dawn
came
,
cold
and
pale
,
Aragorn
rose
at
once
,
and
he
led
the
Company
forth
upon
the
journey
of
greatest
haste
and
weariness
that
any
among
them
had
known
,
save
he
alone
,
and
only
his
will
held
them
to
go
on
No
other
mortal
Men
could
have
endured
it
,
none
but
the
Dúnedain
of
the
North
,
and
with
them
Gimli
the
Dwarf
and
Legolas
of
the
Elves
.
They
passed
Tarlang
's
Neck
and
came
into
Lamedon
;
and
the
Shadow
Host
pressed
behind
and
fear
went
on
before
them
,
until
they
came
to
Calembel
upon
Ciril
,
and
the
sun
went
down
like
blood
behind
Pinnath
Gelin
away
in
the
West
behind
them
.
The
township
and
the
fords
of
Ciril
they
found
deserted
,
for
many
men
had
gone
away
to
war
,
and
all
that
were
left
fled
to
the
hills
at
the
rumour
of
the
coming
of
the
King
of
the
Dead
.
But
the
next
day
there
came
no
dawn
,
and
the
Grey
Company
passed
on
into
the
darkness
of
the
Storm
of
Mordor
and
were
lost
to
mortal
sight
;
but
the
Dead
followed
them
.
Now
all
roads
were
running
together
to
the
East
to
meet
the
coming
of
war
and
the
onset
of
the
Shadow
.
And
even
as
Pippin
stood
at
the
Great
Gate
of
the
City
and
saw
the
Prince
of
Dol
Amroth
ride
in
with
his
banners
,
the
King
of
Rohan
came
down
out
of
the
hills
.
Day
was
waning
.
In
the
last
rays
of
the
sun
the
Riders
cast
long
pointed
shadows
that
went
on
before
them
.
Darkness
had
already
crept
beneath
the
murmuring
fir-woods
that
clothed
the
steep
mountain-sides
.
The
king
rode
now
slowly
at
the
end
of
the
day
.
Presently
the
path
turned
round
a
huge
bare
shoulder
of
rock
and
plunged
into
the
gloom
of
soft-sighing
trees
.
Down
,
down
they
went
in
a
long
winding
file
.
When
at
last
they
came
to
the
bottom
of
the
gorge
they
found
that
evening
had
fallen
in
the
deep
places
.
The
sun
was
gone
.
Twilight
lay
upon
the
waterfalls
.
All
day
far
below
them
a
leaping
stream
had
run
down
from
the
high
pass
behind
,
cleaving
its
narrow
way
between
pine-clad
walls
;
and
now
through
a
stony
gate
it
flowed
out
and
passed
into
a
wider
vale
.
The
Riders
followed
it
,
and
suddenly
Harrowdale
lay
before
them
,
loud
with
the
noise
of
waters
in
the
evening
.
There
the
white
Snowbourn
,
joined
by
the
lesser
stream
,
went
rushing
,
fuming
on
the
stones
,
down
to
Edoras
and
the
green
hills
and
the
plains
.
Away
to
the
right
at
the
head
of
the
great
dale
the
mighty
Starkhorn
loomed
up
above
its
vast
buttresses
swathed
in
cloud
;
but
its
jagged
peak
,
clothed
in
everlasting
snow
,
gleamed
far
above
the
world
,
blue-shadowed
upon
the
East
,
red-stained
by
the
sunset
in
the
West
.
Merry
looked
out
in
wonder
upon
this
strange
country
,
of
which
he
had
heard
many
tales
upon
their
long
road
.
It
was
a
skyless
world
,
in
which
his
eye
;
through
dim
gulfs
of
shadowy
air
,
saw
only
ever-mounting
slopes
,
great
walls
of
stone
behind
great
walls
,
and
frowning
precipices
wreathed
with
mist
.
He
sat
for
a
moment
half
dreaming
,
listening
to
the
noise
of
water
,
the
whisper
of
dark
trees
,
the
crack
of
stone
,
and
the
vast
waiting
silence
that
brooded
behind
all
sound
.
He
loved
mountains
,
or
he
had
loved
the
thought
of
them
marching
on
the
edge
of
stories
brought
from
far
away
;
but
now
he
was
borne
down
by
the
insupportable
weight
of
Middle-earth
.
He
longed
to
shut
out
the
immensity
in
a
quiet
room
by
a
fire
.
