Part 1190 of 4200 from book2
Tirelessly he strode from Citadel to Gate from north to southbook43 about the wall and with him went the Prince of Dol Amroth in his shining mail. For he and his knights still held themselves like lordsbook30 in whom the race of Nmenor ran true. I will take your leave sir he said for I want to see Gandalf very much indeed. And so slowly they passed out of a dim day of fears into the darkness of a desperate night. Now Denethor stood up and released the fevered hand of Faramir that he had held. Men came to the door crying for the Lord of the City.... more