Part 327 of 4650 from book69
Come now Foot by foot. Shall we weep or be glad Beyond hope the Captain of our foes hasbook73 been destroyed and you have heard the echo of his last despair. But Gandalfs face was grave and sad and bidding Beregond and Pippin to take Faramir into the Houses of Healing he went up on to the walls nearby and there like a figure carven in white he stood in the new sun and looked out. I cannot stay. Well Merry Thank goodness I have found you He looked up and the mist before his eyes cleared a little. Poor old Merry How glad I am to see you again But you are worn out and I wont bother you with any talk.... more