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'
Yes
,
'
said
Pippin
.
'
Well
,
yes
,
well
enough
for
my
own
people
.
But
we
have
no
songs
fit
for
great
halls
and
evil
times
,
lord
.
We
seldom
sing
of
anything
more
terrible
than
wind
or
rain
.
And
most
of
my
songs
are
about
things
that
make
us
laugh
;
or
about
food
and
drink
,
of
course
.
'
'
And
why
should
such
songs
be
unfit
for
my
halls
,
or
for
such
hours
as
these
?
We
who
have
lived
long
under
the
Shadow
may
surely
listen
to
echoes
from
a
land
untroubled
by
it
?
Then
we
may
feel
that
our
vigil
was
not
fruitless
,
though
it
may
have
been
thankless
.
'
Pippin
's
heart
sank
.
He
did
not
relish
the
idea
of
singing
any
song
of
the
Shire
to
the
Lord
of
Minas
Tirith
,
certainly
not
the
comic
ones
that
he
knew
best
;
they
were
too
,
well
,
rustic
for
such
an
occasion
.
He
was
however
spared
the
ordeal
for
the
present
.
He
was
not
commanded
to
sing
.
Denethor
turned
to
Gandalf
,
asking
questions
about
the
Rohirrim
and
their
policies
,
and
the
position
of
Éomer
,
the
king
's
nephew
.
Pippin
marvelled
at
the
amount
that
the
Lord
seemed
to
know
about
a
people
that
lived
far
away
,
though
it
must
,
he
thought
,
be
many
years
since
Denethor
himself
had
ridden
abroad
.
Presently
Denethor
waved
to
Pippin
and
dismissed
him
again
for
a
while
.
'
Go
to
the
armouries
of
the
Citadel
,
'
he
said
,
'
and
get
you
there
the
livery
and
gear
of
the
Tower
.
It
will
be
ready
.
It
was
commanded
yesterday
.
Return
when
you
are
clad
!
'
It
was
as
he
said
;
and
Pippin
soon
found
himself
arrayed
in
strange
garments
,
all
of
black
and
silver
.
He
had
a
small
hauberk
,
its
rings
forged
of
steel
,
maybe
,
yet
black
as
jet
;
and
a
high-crowned
helm
with
small
raven-wings
on
either
side
,
set
with
a
silver
star
in
the
centre
of
the
circlet
.
Above
the
mail
was
a
short
surcoat
of
black
,
but
broidered
on
the
breast
in
silver
with
the
token
of
the
Tree
.
His
old
clothes
were
folded
and
put
away
,
but
he
was
permitted
to
keep
the
grey
cloak
of
Lórien
,
though
not
to
wear
it
when
on
duty
.
He
looked
now
,
had
he
known
it
,
verily
Ernil
i
Pheriannath
,
the
Prince
of
the
Halflings
,
that
folk
had
called
him
;
but
he
felt
uncomfortable
.
And
the
gloom
began
to
weigh
on
his
spirits
.
It
was
dark
and
dim
all
day
.
From
the
sunless
dawn
until
evening
the
heavy
shadow
had
deepened
,
and
all
hearts
in
the
City
were
oppressed
.
Far
above
a
great
cloud
streamed
slowly
westward
from
the
Black
Land
,
devouring
light
,
borne
upon
a
wind
of
war
;
but
below
the
air
was
still
and
breathless
,
as
if
all
the
Vale
of
Anduin
waited
for
the
onset
of
a
ruinous
storm
.
About
the
eleventh
hour
,
released
at
last
for
a
while
from
service
.
Pippin
came
out
and
went
in
search
of
food
and
drink
to
cheer
his
heavy
heart
and
make
his
task
of
waiting
more
supportable
.
In
the
messes
he
met
Beregond
again
,
who
had
just
come
from
an
errand
over
the
Pelennor
out
to
the
Guard-towers
upon
the
Causeway
.
Together
they
strolled
out
to
the
walls
;
for
Pippin
felt
imprisoned
indoors
,
and
stifled
even
in
the
lofty
citadel
.
Now
they
sat
side
by
side
again
in
the
embrasure
looking
eastward
,
where
they
had
eaten
and
talked
the
day
before
.
It
was
the
sunset-hour
,
but
the
great
pall
had
now
stretched
far
into
the
West
,
and
only
as
it
sank
at
last
into
the
Sea
did
the
Sun
escape
to
send
out
a
brief
farewell
gleam
before
the
night
,
even
as
Frodo
saw
it
at
the
Cross-roads
touching
the
head
of
the
fallen
king
.
But
to
the
fields
of
the
Pelennor
,
under
the
shadow
of
Mindolluin
,
there
came
no
gleam
:
they
were
brown
and
drear
.
