Uploaded April 2018 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
The hobbits are settling down. In the trees, the Elves singing can be heard.
Legolas: A lament for Gandalf.
(Merry looks up towards the trees)
Merry: What do they say about him?
Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.
Sam: I bet they don’t mention his fireworks. There should be a verse about them.
“The finest rockets ever seen
They burst in stars of blue and green
Or after thunder, silver showers…
(Aragorn shoves Gimli, who is pretending to snore)
Sam:…Came falling like a…rain of flowers”
Oh, that doesn’t do them justice by a long road.
(Aragorn walks over to Boromir, who is seated alone on a great tree root)
Aragorn: Take some rest. These borders are well-protected.
Boromir: I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me “Even now there is hope left.” But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope. My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it Aragorn? The White tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets? (he turns towards Aragorn)
Aragorn: I have seen the White City, long ago.
Boromir: One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guards shall take up the call: “The Lords of Gondor have returned!”
The hobbits are settling down. In the trees, the Elves singing can be heard.
Legolas: A lament for Gandalf.
(Merry looks up towards the trees)
Merry: What do they say about him?
Legolas: I have not the heart to tell you. For me the grief is still too near.
Sam: I bet they don’t mention his fireworks. There should be a verse about them.
“The finest rockets ever seen
They burst in stars of blue and green
Or after thunder, silver showers…
(Aragorn shoves Gimli, who is pretending to snore)
Sam:…Came falling like a…rain of flowers”
Oh, that doesn’t do them justice by a long road.
(Aragorn walks over to Boromir, who is seated alone on a great tree root)
Aragorn: Take some rest. These borders are well-protected.
Boromir: I will find no rest here. I heard her voice inside my head. She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me “Even now there is hope left.” But I cannot see it. It is long since we had any hope. My father is a noble man, but his rule is failing. And now our people lose faith. He looks to me to make things right and I would do it. I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you ever seen it Aragorn? The White tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver. Its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets? (he turns towards Aragorn)
Aragorn: I have seen the White City, long ago.
Boromir: One day, our paths will lead us there. And the tower guards shall take up the call: “The Lords of Gondor have returned!”
