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Frodo told many tales, yet always he steered the matter away from the quest of the Company and from the Ring, enlarging rather on the valiant part Boromir had played in Coc account for sale their adventures, with the wolves of the wild, in the snows under Caradhras, and in the mines of Moria where Gandalf fell. Faramir was most moved by the story of the fight on the bridge. It must have irked Boromir to run from Orcs, he said, or even from the fell thing you name, the Balrog even though he was the last to leave. He was the last, said Frodo, but Aragorn was forced to lead us. He alone knew the way after Gandalfs fall. But had there not been us lesser folk to care for, I do not think that either he or Boromir would have fled. Maybe, it would have been better had Boromir fallen there with Mithrandir, said Faramir, and not gone on to the fate that waited above the falls of Rauros. Maybe. But tell me now of your own fortunes, said Frodo, turning the matter aside once again. For I would learn more of Minas Ithil and Osgiliath, and Minas Tirith the long-enduring. What hope have you for that city in your long war. What hope have we. said Faramir. It is long since we had any hope. The sword of Elendil, if it returns indeed, may rekindle it, but I do not think that it will do more than put off the evil day, unless other help unlooked-for also comes, from Elves or Men. For the Enemy increases and we decrease. We are a failing people, a springless autumn. The Men of Nu´menor were settled far and learn more here on the shores and seaward regions of the Great Lands, but for the most part they fell into evils and follies. 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Childless lords sat in aged halls musing on heraldry; in secret chambers withered men compounded strong elixirs, or in high cold towers asked questions of the stars. And the last king of the line of Ana´rion had no heir. But the stewards were wiser and more fortunate. Wiser, for they recruited the strength of our people from the sturdy folk of the seacoast, and from the hardy mountaineers of Ered Nimrais. And they made a truce with the proud peoples of the North, who often had assailed us, men of fierce valour, but our kin from afar off, unlike the wild Easterlings or the cruel Haradrim. So it came to pass in the days of Cirion the Twelfth Steward (and my father is the six and twentieth) that they rode to our aid and at the great Field of Celebrant they destroyed our enemies that had seized our northern provinces. These are the Rohirrim, as we name them, masters of horses, and we ceded to them the fields of Calenardhon that are since called Rohan; for that province had long been sparsely peopled. And they became our allies, and have ever proved true to us, aiding us at need, and guarding our northern marches and the Gap of Rohan. Of our lore and manners they have learned what they would, and their lords speak our speech at need; yet for the most part they hold by the ways of their own fathers and to their own memories, and they speak among themselves their own North tongue. And we love them: tall men and fair women, valiant both alike, golden-haired, bright-eyed, and strong; they remind us of the youth of Men, as they were in the Elder Coc account for sale. Indeed it is said by our lore-masters that they have from of old this affinity with us that they are come from those same Three Houses of Men as were the Nu´meno´reans in their beginning; not from Hador the Goldenhaired, the Elf-friend, maybe, yet from such of his people as went not over Sea into the West, refusing the call. For so we reckon Men in our lore, calling them the High, or Men of the West, which were Nu´meno´reans; and the Middle Peoples, T HE WI N DOW O N TH E WEST 679 Men of the Twilight, such as are the Rohirrim and their kin that dwell still far in the North; and the Wild, the Men of Darkness. Yet now, if the Rohirrim are grown in some ways more like to us, enhanced in arts and gentleness, we too have become more like to them, and can scarce claim any longer the title High. We are become Middle Men, of the Twilight, but with memory of other things. For as the Rohirrim do, we now love war and valour as things good in themselves, both a sport and an end; and though we still hold that a warrior should have article source skills and knowledge than only the craft of weapons and slaying, we esteem a warrior, nonetheless, above men of other crafts. Such is the need of our days. So even was my brother, Boromir: a man of prowess, and for that he was accounted the best man in Gondor. And very valiant indeed he was: no heir of Minas Tirith has for long years been so hardy in toil, so onward into battle, or blown a mightier note on the Great Horn. Faramir sighed and fell silent for a while. You dont say much in all your tales about the Elves, sir, said Sam, suddenly plucking up courage. He had noted that Faramir seemed to refer to Elves with reverence, and this even more than his courtesy, and his food and wine, had won Sams respect and quieted his suspicions. No indeed, Master Samwise, said Faramir, for I am not learned in Elven-lore. But there you touch upon another point in which we have changed, declining from Nu´menor to Middle-earth. For as you may know, if Mithrandir was your companion and you have spoken with Elrond, the Edain, the Fathers of the Nu´meno´reans, fought beside the Elves in the first wars, and were rewarded by the gift of the kingdom in the midst of the Sea, within sight of Elvenhome. But in Middle-earth Men and Elves became estranged in the days of darkness, by the arts of the Enemy, and by the slow changes of time in which each kind walked further down their sundered roads. Men now fear and misdoubt the Elves, and yet know little of them. And we of Gondor grow like other Men, like the men of Rohan; for even they, who are foes of the Dark Lord, shun the Elves and speak of the Golden Wood with dread. Yet there are among us still some who have dealings with the Elves when they may, and ever and anon one will go in secret to Lo´rien, seldom to return. Not I. For I deem it perilous now for mortal man wilfully to seek out the Elder People. Yet I envy you that have spoken with the White Lady. The Lady of Lo´rien. Galadriel. cried Sam. You should see her, indeed you should, sir. I am only a hobbit, and gardenings my job at home, sir, if you apex legends nessie firing range me, and Im not much good at poetry 680 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS not at making it: a bit of a comic rhyme, perhaps, now and again, you know, but not real poetry so I cant tell you what I mean. It ought to be sung. Youd have to get Strider, Aragorn that is, or old Mr. Bilbo, for that. But I wish I could make a song about her. Beautiful she is, sir. Lovely. Sometimes like a great tree in flower, sometimes like a white daffadowndilly, small and slender like. Hard as dimonds, soft as moonlight. Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars. Proud and far-off as a snow-mountain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime. But thats a lot o nonsense, and all wide of my mark.

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But nay: the praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards. Yet there was naught in this to praise. I had no lure or desire to do other than I have done. Ah well, sir, said Sam, you said my master had an Elvish air; and that was good and true. But I can say this: you have an air too, sir, that reminds me of, of well, Gandalf, of wizards. Maybe, said Faramir. Maybe you discern from far away the air of Nu´menor. Good night. Chapter 6 THE FORBIDDEN POOL Frodo woke to find Faramir bending over him. For a second old fears seized him and he sat up and shrank away. There is nothing to fear, said Faramir. Is it morning already. said Frodo yawning. Not yet, but night is drawing to an end, and the full moon is setting. Will you come and see it. Also there is a matter on which I desire your counsel. I am sorry to rouse you from sleep, but will you come. I will, said Frodo, rising and shivering a little as he left the warm blanket and pelts. It seemed cold in the fireless cave. 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Pale mists shimmered in the great vale below: a wide gulf of silver fume, beneath which rolled the cool night-waters of the Anduin. A black darkness loomed beyond, and in it glinted, here and there, cold, sharp, remote, white as the teeth of ghosts, the peaks of Ered Nimrais, the White Mountains of the realm of Gondor, tipped with everlasting snow. For a while Frodo stood there on the high stone, and a shiver ran through him, wondering if anywhere in the vastness of the nightlands his old companions walked or slept, or lay dead shrouded in mist. Why was he brought here out of forgetful sleep. Sam was eager for an answer to the same question and could not refrain himself from muttering, for his masters ear alone that hide and seek counter think he thought: Its a fine view, no doubt, Mr. Frodo, but chilly to the heart, not to mention the bones. Whats going on. Faramir heard and answered. Moonset over Gondor. Fair Ithil, as he goes from Middle-earth, glances upon the white locks of old Mindolluin. It is worth a few shivers. But that is not what I brought you to see though as for you, Samwise, you were not brought, and do but pay the penalty of your watchfulness. A draught of wine shall amend it. Come, look now. He stepped up beside the silent sentinel on the dark edge, and Frodo followed. Sam hung back. He already felt insecure enough on this high wet platform. Faramir and Frodo looked down. Far below them they saw the white waters pour into a foaming bowl, and then swirl darkly about a read more oval basin in the rocks, until they found their way out again through a narrow gate, and flowed away, fuming and strike como counter global localizacion activar en de enemigos, into calmer and more level reaches. The moonlight still slanted down to the falls foot and gleamed on the ripples of the basin. 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