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860 the two towers
send him to us. He is only a wretched gangrel creature, but
I have him under my care for a while. But as for us, we are
Hobbits of the Shire, far to the North and West, beyond
many rivers. Frodo son of Drogo is my name, and with me
is Samwise son of Hamfast, a worthy hobbit in my service.
We have come by long ways – out of Rivendell, or Imladris
as some call it.’ Here Faramir started and grew intent. ‘Seven
companions we had: one we lost at Moria, the others we left
at Parth Galen above Rauros: two of my kin; a Dwarf there
was also, and an Elf, and two Men. They were Aragorn; and
Boromir, who said that he came out of Minas Tirith, a city
in the South.’
‘Boromir!’ all the four men exclaimed.
‘Boromir son of the Lord Denethor?’ said Faramir, and a
strange stern look came into his face. ‘You came with him?
That is news indeed, if it be true. Know, little strangers, that
Boromir son of Denethor was High Warden of the White
Tower, and our Captain-General: sorely do we miss him.
Who are you then, and what had you to do with him? Be
swift, for the Sun is climbing!’
‘Are the riddling words known to you that Boromir brought
to Rivendell?’ Frodo replied.
Seek for the Sword that was Broken.
In Imladris it dwells.
‘The words are known indeed,’ said Faramir in astonishment.
‘It is some token of your truth that you also know
them.’
‘Aragorn whom I named is the bearer of the Sword that
was Broken,’ said Frodo. ‘And we are the Halflings that the
rhyme spoke of.’
‘That I see,’ said Faramir thoughtfully. ‘Or I see that it
might be so. And what is Isildur’s Bane?’
‘That is hidden,’ answered Frodo. ‘Doubtless it will be
made clear in time.’
‘We must learn more of this,’ said Faramir, ‘and know