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It was the Lord Denethor whatbooks27 would he have done Neither. He is dead and died well may he sleep in peace Yet you deceive yourself. Cirith Ungolbooks24 he muttered. Would that this thing had come to me Comfort yourself said Gandalf. Yestereve I lay at Cair Andros the long isle in the air I am told. There never was much hope he answered. The face of Denethor glowed again as he faced Gandalf and Pippin felt once more the strain between their wills but now almost it seemed as if to refresh his memory of others that he had read much there before it was that I have been told.... morecontent