Part 4205 of 4850 from book50
But at that very moment a trumpet sounded and a man came summoning him the kings esquirebook28 to wait at the kings board. Hirgon I am errandrider of Denethor who bring you this token of war.book24 Their name was lost and no song or legend remembered it. Here they laboured in the Dark Years before ever a ship came to the western shores or Gondor of the Dnedain was built and now they had vanished and only the old Pkelmen were left still sitting at the turnings of the road. Alas that a fey mood should fall on a man so greathearted in this hour of need Are there not evil things enough abroad without seeking them under the earth War is at hand.... more