‘There is some good stone-work here,’
he said as he looked at the walls;
‘but also some that is less good,
and the streets could be better contrived.
When Aragorn comes into his own,
I shall offer him the service
of stonewrights of the Mountain,
and we will make this
a town to be proud of.’
‘They need more gardens,’
‘The houses are dead,
cried Gandalf, springing forward to the stone stair before the door.
‘Stay this madness!’
‘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 […]