Part 159 of 4150 from book4
They were reckoned men of Gondor yet their blood was mingled and there werebook58 short and swarthy folk among them whosebook66 sires came more from the forgotten men who housed in the shadow of the hills in the Dark Years ere the coming of the kings. So the night was not yet old and for hours the dark journey would go on. May you bring good counsel to Denethor in his need and to us all Mithrandir Ingold cried. And you may yet. This road and no road looks towards safety any longer. Time is short. And there where the White Mountains of Ered Nimrais came to their end he saw as Gandalf had promised the dark mass of Mount Mindolluin the deep purple shadows of its high glens and its tall face whitening in the rising day.... more