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Already
it
seemed
years
to
Pippin
since
he
had
sat
there
before
,
in
some
half-forgotten
time
when
he
had
still
been
a
hobbit
,
a
light-hearted
wanderer
touched
little
by
the
perils
he
had
passed
through
.
Now
he
was
one
small
soldier
in
a
city
preparing
for
a
great
assault
,
clad
in
the
proud
but
sombre
manner
of
the
Tower
of
Guard
.
In
some
other
time
and
place
Pippin
might
have
been
pleased
with
his
new
array
,
but
he
knew
now
that
he
was
taking
part
in
no
play
;
he
was
in
deadly
earnest
the
servant
of
a
grim
master
in
the
greatest
peril
.
The
hauberk
was
burdensome
,
and
the
helm
weighed
upon
his
head
.
His
cloak
he
had
cast
aside
upon
the
seat
.
He
turned
his
tired
gaze
away
from
the
darkling
fields
below
and
yawned
,
and
then
he
sighed
.
'
You
are
weary
of
this
day
?
'
said
Beregond
.
'
Yes
,
'
said
Pippin
,
'
very
:
tired
out
with
idleness
and
waiting
.
I
have
kicked
my
heels
at
the
door
of
my
master
's
chamber
for
many
slow
hours
,
while
he
has
debated
with
Gandalf
and
the
Prince
and
other
great
persons
.
And
I
'm
not
used
,
Master
Beregond
,
to
waiting
hungry
on
others
while
they
eat
.
It
is
a
sore
trial
for
a
hobbit
,
that
.
No
doubt
you
will
think
I
should
feel
the
honour
more
deeply
.
But
what
is
the
good
of
such
honour
?
Indeed
what
is
the
good
even
of
food
and
drink
under
this
creeping
shadow
?
What
does
it
mean
?
The
very
air
seems
thick
and
brown
!
Do
you
often
have
such
glooms
when
the
wind
is
in
the
East
?
'
'
Nay
,
'
said
Beregond
,
'
this
is
no
weather
of
the
world
.
This
is
some
device
of
his
malice
;
some
broil
of
fume
from
the
Mountain
of
Fire
that
he
sends
to
darken
hearts
and
counsel
.
And
so
it
doth
indeed
.
I
wish
the
Lord
Faramir
would
return
.
He
would
not
be
dismayed
.
But
now
,
who
knows
if
he
will
ever
come
back
across
the
River
out
of
the
Darkness
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Pippin
,
'
Gandalf
,
too
,
is
anxious
.
He
was
disappointed
.
I
think
,
not
to
find
Faramir
here
.
And
where
has
he
got
to
himself
?
He
left
the
Lord
's
council
before
the
noon-meal
,
and
in
no
good
mood
either
,
I
thought
.
Perhaps
he
has
some
foreboding
of
bad
news
.
'
Suddenly
as
they
talked
they
were
stricken
dumb
,
frozen
as
it
were
to
listening
stones
.
Pippin
cowered
down
with
his
hands
pressed
to
his
ears
;
but
Beregond
,
who
had
been
looking
out
from
the
battlement
as
he
spoke
of
Faramir
,
remained
there
,
stiffened
,
staring
out
with
starting
eyes
.
Pippin
knew
the
shuddering
cry
that
he
had
heard
:
it
was
the
same
that
he
had
heard
long
ago
in
the
Marish
of
the
Shire
,
but
now
it
was
grown
in
power
and
hatred
,
piercing
the
heart
with
a
poisonous
despair
.
At
last
Beregond
spoke
with
an
effort
.
'
They
have
come
!
'
he
said
.
'
Take
courage
and
look
!
There
are
fell
things
below
.
'
