Seek for the Sword that was broken：
In Imladris it dwells；
There shall be counsels taken
Stronger than Morgul…spells。
There shall be shown a token
That Doom is near at hand；
For Isildur's Bane shall waken；
And the Halfling forth shall stand。
Of these words we could understand little； and we spoke to our father；
Denethor； Lord of Minas Tirith； wise in the lore of Gondor。 This only would hesay； that Imladris was of old the name among the Elves of a far northern dale；
where Elrond the Halfelven dwelt； greatest of lore…masters。 Therefore mybrother； seeing how desperate was our need； was eager to heed the dream andseek for Imladris； but since the way was full of doubt and danger； I took thejourney upon myself。 Loth was my father to give me leave； and long have Iwandered by roads forgotten； seeking the house of Elrond； of which many hadheard； but few knew where it lay。'
'And here in the house of Elrond more shall be made clear to you' saidAragorn； standing up。 He cast his sword upon the table that stood beforeElrond； and the blade was in two pieces。 ‘Here is the Sword that was Broken！'
he said。
‘And who are you； and what have you to do with Minas Tirith？' askedBoromir； looking in wonder at the lean face of the Ranger and his weather…
stained cloak。
‘He is Aragorn son of Arathorn；' said Elrond； ‘and he is descendedthrough many fathers from Isildur Elendil's son of Minas Ithil。 He is theChief of the Dúnedain in the North； and few are now left of that folk。'
‘Then it belongs to you； and not to me at all！' cried Frodo in amazement；
springing to his feet； as if he expected the Ring to be demanded at once。
'It does not belong to either of us；' said Aragorn； ‘but it has beenordained that you should hold it for a while。'
'Bring out the Ring； Frodo！' said Gandalf solemnly。 ‘The time has e。
Hold it up； and then Boromir will understand the remainder of his riddle。'
There was a hush； and all turned their eyes on Frodo。 He was shaken by asudden shame and fear； and he felt a great reluctance to reveal the Ring； anda loathing of its touch。 He wished he was far away。 The Ring gleamed andflickered as he held it up before them in his trembling hand。
'Behold Isildur's Bane！' said Elrond。
Boromir's eyes glinted as he gazed at the golden thing。 ‘The Halfling！'
he muttered。 ‘Is then the doom of Minas Tirith e at last？ But why thenshould we seek a broken sword？'
'The words were not _the doom of Minas Tirith_；' said Aragorn。 ‘But doomand great deeds are indeed at hand。 For the Sword that was Broken is the Swordof Elendil that broke beneath him when he fell。 It has been treasured by hisheirs when all other heirlooms were lost； for it was spoken of old among usthat it should be made again when the Ring； Isildur's Bane； was found。 Now youhave seen the sword that you have sought； what would you ask？ Do you wish forthe House of Elendil to return to the Land of Gondor？'
‘I was not sent to beg any boon； but to seek only the meaning of ariddle；' answered Boromir proudly。 ‘Yet we are hard pressed； and the Sword ofElendil would be a help beyond our hope…if such a thing could indeed returnout of the shadows of the past。' He looked again at Aragorn； and doubt was inhis eyes。
Frodo felt Bilbo stir impatiently at his side。 Evidently he was annoyedon his friend's behalf。 Standing suddenly up he burst out：
All that is gold does not glitter；
Not all those who wander are lost；
The old that is strong does not wither；
Deep roots are not reached by the frost。
From the ashes a fire shall be woken；
A light from the shadows shall spring；
Renewed shall be blade that was broken：
The crownless again shall be king。_
‘Not very good perhaps； but to the point – if you need more beyond theword of Elrond。 If that was worth a journey of a hundred and ten days to hear；
you had best listen to it。' He sat down with a snort。
‘I made that up myself；' he whispered to Frodo； ‘for the Dúnadan； a longtime ago when he first told me about himself。 I almost wish that my adventureswere not over； and that I could go with him when his day es。'
Aragorn smiled at him； then he turned to Boromir again。 ‘For my part Iforgive your doubt；' he said。 'Little do I resemble the figures of Elendil andIsildur as they stand carven in their majesty in the halls of Denethor。 I ambut the heir of Isildur； not Isildur himself。 I have had a hard life and along； and the leagues that lie between here and Gondor are a small part in thecount of my journeys。 I have crossed many mountains and many rivers； andtrodden many plains； even into the far countries of Rh。n and Harad where thestars are strange。
'But my home； such as I have； is in the North。 For here the heirs ofValandil have ever dwelt in long line unbroken from father unto son for manygenerations。 Our days have darkened； and we have dwindled； but ever the Swordhas passed to a new keeper。 And this I will say to you； Boromir； ere I end。
Lonely men are we； Rangers of the wild； hunters – but hunters ever of theservants of the Enemy； for they are found in many places； not in Mordor only。
‘If Gondor； Boromir； has been a stalwart tower； we have played anotherpart。 Many evil things there are that your strong walls and bright swords donot stay。 You know little of the lands beyond your bounds。 Peace and freedom；
do you say？ The North would have known them little but for us。 Fear would havedestroyed them。 But when dark things e from the houseless hills； or creep
from sunless woods； they fly from us。 What roads would any dare to tread； whatsafety would there be in quiet lands； or in the homes of simple men at night；
if the Dúnedain were asleep； or were all gone into the grave？
‘And yet less thanks have we than you。 Travellers scowl at us； andcountrymen give us scornful names。 〃Strider〃 I am to one fat man who liveswithin a day's march of foes that would freeze his heart or lay his littletown in ruin； if he were not guarded ceaselessly。 Yet we would not have itotherwise。 If simple folk are free from care and fear； simple they will be；
and we must be secret to keep them so。 That has been the task of my kindred；
while the years have lengthened and the grass has grown。
‘But now the world is changing once again。 A new hour es。 Isildur'sBane is found。 Battle is at hand。 The Sword shall be reforged。 I will e toMinas Tirith。'
‘Isildur's Bane is found； you say；' said Boromir。 ‘I have seen a brightring in the Halfling's hand； but Isildur perished ere this age of the worldbegan； they say。 How do the Wise know that this ring is his？ And how has itpassed down the years； until it is brought hither by so strange a messenger？'
‘That shall be told；' said Elrond。
‘But not yet； I beg； Master！' said Bilbo。 ‘Already the Sun is climbing tonoon； and I feel the need of something to strengthen me。'
‘I had not named you；' said Elrond smiling。 ‘But I do so now。 e！ Tellus your tale。 And if you have not yet cast your story into verse； you may tellit in plain words。 The briefer； the sooner shall you be refreshed。'
‘Very well；' said Bilbo。 ‘I will do as you bid。 But I will now tell thetrue story； and if some here have heard me tell it otherwise' – he lookedsidelong at Glóin – ‘I ask