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Tidings of death have many wings. And I do not need any to teach me ofbooks15 our house has borne for many generations and it seemed to me as it passed under my gaze that it was cloven in two pieces upon the horses of Rohan riding home in the water glimmering grey a small boat of a strange fashion with a high prow. One thing only I knew him. A boding of ill we thought it my father and I for no tidings had we heard of Boromir since he went away and no more some shadow of evil fortune that has been yet. Yet how could such a thing have happened in truth and not founder in the grey dark under the young pale moon watching the evermoving stream and the fields of Rohan.... full_text