With Pippin’s part in this conversation drawing towards a conclusion (he’s going to have to tell the story of their journey), Gandalf is getting anxious. Denethor is really good at giving the wizard the runaround.
Denethor implies that any talk about the impending war will have to wait until later. Hopefully they can talk about this today.
Hopefully? Gandalf’s not okay with that. These are more pressing matters. Denethor, however, responds with a deliberate stare into Gandalf’s eyes, and Pippin has the opportunity to look at both men as equals. Both are old, wise, and powerful. Isn’t Gandalf more so of the three?
Yes. Yes he is.
Pippin returns from his wonderment to realize that Denethor is now asking him to tell of his journey. Time to do that.
Two things that get me excited here: mythology and foreshadowing!
Foreshadowing first, since I just…foreshadowed it.
Denethor mentions the “Stones”, of course referring to the palantíri. As he does so, a glint comes into his eye and he glances at Pippin. WHAT DOES HE KNOW?! Gasp! Of course, those of you with foreknowledge of this story understand Denethor’s knowledge and possessions. Sometimes, I really wish I could read this as if I had no idea what’s going on. More fun that way, some would say.
Second, mythology! Ah, yes. I can opine about this for far too long, but I’ll keep it short today. (Tonight?) Anyway, Pippin wonders about Gandalf’s age. Where and when did he come from? Will he ever die?
First off, one of those questions has already been partially answered. Gandalf can die, although higher powers can decide that it’s not time enough for him to leave the world. So…will he ever die? Questionable. However, how old is this dude? There isn’t an official answer. Those who believe that his age dates back to his time in Middle-earth see him as somewhere around 2,000 years old. That’s old. However, many others (myself included), would peg Gandalf’s true age to date back to when he was truly “born”, or created, before the actual world was made. So…he’s in his early thirties.
Thirty-thousands, that is. WHAT. Over 30,000 years old. Chew on that.
No one dies today.
“‘I could now eat three breakfasts on end.'”