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No
hangings
nor
storied
webs
,
nor
any
things
of
woven
stuff
or
of
wood
,
were
to
be
seen
in
that
long
solemn
hall
;
but
between
the
pillars
there
stood
a
silent
company
of
tall
images
graven
in
cold
stone
.
Suddenly
Pippin
was
reminded
of
the
hewn
rocks
of
Argonath
,
and
awe
fell
on
him
,
as
he
looked
down
that
avenue
of
kings
long
dead
.
At
the
far
end
upon
a
dais
of
many
steps
was
set
a
high
throne
under
a
canopy
of
marble
shaped
like
a
crowned
helm
;
behind
it
was
carved
upon
the
wall
and
set
with
gems
an
image
of
a
tree
in
flower
.
But
the
throne
was
empty
.
At
the
foot
of
the
dais
,
upon
the
lowest
step
which
was
broad
and
deep
,
there
was
a
stone
chair
,
black
and
unadorned
,
and
on
it
sat
an
old
man
gazing
at
his
lap
.
In
his
hand
was
a
white
rod
with
a
golden
knob
.
He
did
not
look
up
.
Solemnly
they
paced
the
long
floor
towards
him
,
until
they
stood
three
paces
from
his
footstool
.
Then
Gandalf
spoke
.
'
Hail
,
Lord
and
Steward
of
Minas
Tirith
,
Denethor
son
of
Ecthelion
!
I
am
come
with
counsel
and
tidings
in
this
dark
hour
.
'
Then
the
old
man
looked
up
.
Pippin
saw
his
carven
face
with
its
proud
bones
and
skin
like
ivory
,
and
the
long
curved
nose
between
the
dark
deep
eyes
;
and
he
was
reminded
not
so
much
of
Boromir
as
of
Aragorn
.
'
Dark
indeed
is
the
hour
,
'
said
the
old
man
,
'
and
at
such
times
you
are
wont
to
come
,
Mithrandir
.
But
though
all
the
signs
forebode
that
the
doom
of
Gondor
is
drawing
nigh
,
less
now
to
me
is
that
darkness
than
my
own
darkness
.
It
has
been
told
to
me
that
you
bring
with
you
one
who
saw
my
son
die
.
Is
this
he
?
'
'
It
is
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
One
of
the
twain
.
The
other
is
with
Théoden
of
Rohan
and
may
come
hereafter
.
Halflings
they
are
,
as
you
see
,
yet
this
is
not
he
of
whom
the
omens
spoke
.
'
'
Yet
a
Halfling
still
,
'
said
Denethor
grimly
,
'
and
little
love
do
I
bear
the
name
,
since
those
accursed
words
came
to
trouble
our
counsels
and
drew
away
my
son
on
the
wild
errand
to
his
death
.
My
Boromir
!
Now
we
have
need
of
you
.
Faramir
should
have
gone
in
his
stead
.
'
'
He
would
have
gone
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
Be
not
unjust
in
your
grief
!
Boromir
claimed
the
errand
and
would
not
suffer
any
other
to
have
it
.
He
was
a
masterful
man
,
and
one
to
take
what
he
desired
.
I
journeyed
far
with
him
and
learned
much
of
his
mood
.
But
you
speak
of
his
death
.
You
have
had
news
of
that
ere
we
came
?
'
'
I
have
received
this
,
'
said
Denethor
,
and
laying
down
his
rod
he
lifted
from
his
lap
the
thing
that
he
had
been
gazing
at
.
In
each
hand
he
held
up
one
half
of
a
great
horn
cloven
through
the
middle
:
a
wild-ox
horn
bound
with
silver
.
'
That
is
the
horn
that
Boromir
always
wore
!
'
cried
Pippin
.
