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There are some things that I must see to.

What things?

Questions. Questions that need answering.

We must trust now in Frodo. Everything depends now upon speed and upon the secrecy of his quest. Do not regret your decision to leave him. Frodo must finish this task alone.

He's not alone. Sam went with him.

Did he? Did he indeed? Good. Yes, very good.

Forgive me. I mistook you for Saruman.

I am Saruman. Or rather, Saruman as he should have been.

Oh... you would not part an old man from his walking stick?

Faramir! Your father's will has turned to madness. Do not throw away your life so rashly.

Where does my allegiance lie if not here? This is the city of the men of Numenor. I would gladly give my life to defend her beauty, her memory... her wisdom...

Your father loves you, Faramir. He will remember it before the end.

Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait.

No, I think he will.

Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the king, Steward.

The rule of Gondor is mine! And no other's!

It's so quiet.

It's the deep breath before the plunge.

Mithrandir? Why the Halfling?

I don't know. Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found. I've found it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay. Simple acts of kindness and love. Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I am afraid, and he gives me courage.

Good morning.

What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?

All of them at once, I suppose.

I have never used a sword in my life.

And I hope you never have to. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.

These are Gundabad Wargs. They will outrun you!

These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I'd like to see them try.

Where did you go to, if I may ask?

To look ahead.

What brought you back?

Looking behind.

Did you know that your Great-Great-Great-Great Uncle Bullroarer Took was so large he could ride a real horse?

Yes.

Well he could! In the Battle of Greenfields, he charged the Goblin ranks. He swung his club so hard, it knocked the Goblin King's head clean off and it sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit hole. And thus, the battle was won. And the game of golf invented at the same time.

I do believe you made that up.

Well, all good stories deserve embellishment. You'll have a tale or two to tell of your own when you come back.

Can you promise that I will come back?

No. And if you do... you will not be the same.