7. 7 - The Heirophant
We saw him fall--we all did! Him--Gandalf the Grey, old Gandalf Greyhame, or so I understand as they call him in the Horselords' lands. But when we awoke, there in Ithilien, there he was--standin' by our beds, all in shinin' white--even his hair!
Aragorn's brothers tell me as him, Gandalf or Mithrandir as they call him, has been here for most of this last age, come from over the Sea to Middle Earth. I don't quite understand as how that could be, as I understood as none could come east from the lands that-a-ways--not this age, at least. And Mr. Pippin, he speaks of the Light at the heart of him, only veiled by his old Man's seeming. He says as when Gandalf rode out to face the Wraiths, and later again as he sat Shadowfax when the Gate of Minas Tirith fell, he could see that Light let loose. And I saw it, too, when he laughed with me when I woke up under the beeches and found as Mr. Frodo 'n' me was goin' t'live after all, this time.
And now--now there he stands, with the Lady and Lord Elrond: white, blue, and red they've been, and this time I see them clear, the Rings on their hands. Just rings now--gold or mithril, set with gems as might be spent but still show as these was indeed Lords, here within Middle Earth.
Look on them, Sauron, and see what you ought t'have been like, what you ought to have done with your own Ring! But there was no protectin' nor preservin' for the likes of you, was there?
And it's him, Gandalf, who receives my Master, leads him aboard! Takin' the heart as Mr. Frodo give me all our years together right out of me!
Hold him close for me, Gandalf or Olórin or whatever your true name is there where you come from. Help his own Light t'burn bright once more, and show him the way. And help me find him again--when the time's right for it. Light the way for both of us as you've done for our Lord Strider and the rest. That's all I can ask in the end.
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