‘… You are a new people
and a new world to me.
Are all your kin of like sort?
Your land must be
a realm of peace and content,
and there must gardeners
be in high honour.’
‘Not all is well there,’
gardeners are honoured.’
‘Yet,’ said Denethor, ‘we should not lightly abandon the outer defences, the Rammas made with so great a labour. And the Enemy must pay dearly for the crossing of the River. That he cannot do, in force to assail the City, either north of Cair Andros because of the marshes, or southwards towards […]
Over the city of Gondor doubt and great dread had hung. Fair weather and clear sun had seemed but a mockery to men whose days held little hope, and who looked each morning for news of doom. Their lord was dead and burned, dead lay the King of Rohan in their citadel, and the new king that had come to them in the night was gone again to a war with powers too dark and terrible for any might or valour to conquer. And no news came. After the host left Morgul Vale and took the northward road beneath the shadow of the mountains no messenger had returned nor any rumour of what was passing in the brooding East. […]
cried Gandalf, springing forward to the stone stair before the door.
‘Stay this madness!’
‘In seven days we will go,’ said Aragorn.
‘For we shall ride with you far on the road,
even as far as the country of Rohan.
In three days now Éomer will return hither
to bear Théoden back to rest in the Mark,
and we shall ride with him to honour the fallen.
But now before you go I will confirm
‘Then I will declare my doom,’
‘As for you, Frodo,
in so far as lies in me under higher authority,
I declare you free in the realm of Gondor
to the furthest of its ancient bounds;
save only that neither you nor any that […]
‘For myself,’ said Faramir, ‘I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many […]
Another bed was set beside him for his servant.
Sam hesitated for a moment, then bowing very low:
‘Good night, Captain, my lord,’ he said. ‘You took the chance, sir.’
‘Did I so?’ said Faramir.
‘Yes sir, and showed your quality: the very hightest.’
Faramir smiled. ‘A pert servant, Master Samwise.
But nay: the praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards. […]