Part 4546 of 4650 from book70
In each hand he held up one half of a great hornbook72 cloven through the middle a wildox horn bound with silver. The words that Gandalf had murmured came back into his mind. Though if he comes it is likely to be in some way that no one expects not even Denethor. My Boromir Now we have need of you. He meant to come here didnt he And hell be arriving soon himself anyway. No hangings nor storied webs nor any things of woven stuff or of wood were to be seen in that long solemn hall but between the pillars there stood a silent company of tall images graven in cold stone.... more