Part 4442 of 4650 from book70
At length Gandalf rose. Sting I gave to you Sam he said.book73 The voices of my people that have gone before me I will leave I willbook30 leave the woods that bore me For our days are ending and our years failing. Behind them they could hear the sound of falling water and a stream ran down before them between flowering banks until it came to a greenwood at the lawns foot and passed then on under an archway of trees through which they saw the shimmer of water far away. Orcs and talking trees and leagues of grass and galloping riders.... more