In some ways, it’s parade day.
Pippin and Bergil head out the Great Gate, and crowd in with many others to watch companies march in. This isn’t a scout team returning, as I had thought, but lords and princes from outer lands bringing men to fight for Minas Tirith. People are excited as they approach, but disappointed as they pass. Every company seems smaller than expected. Minas Tirith needs a lot of help, though, so any little bit is good.
-Forlong: Lord of Lossarnach. Old and fat. But he came to help, so that’s something.
-Ringló Vale: Another one of those vales of Gondor.
-Dervorin: Son of the lord of Ringló Vale. I guess that would make him a prince. More so than Pippin, anyway.
-Morthond/Blackroot Vale: Well, it’s another valley. Morthond is the river, which is sometimes just the name of the place.
-Duinhir: Lord of Morthond. Hard to pronounce.
-Duilin: One of Duinhir’s sons, following in the tradition of naming similarly to the father.
-Derufin: Duinhir’s other son. Probably the rebellious one.
Well, that’s another list of things that runs together. In the long run, these places aren’t that important, but it goes to show that Gondor is bigger than just this corner with Minas Tirith and Osgiliath. There are a lot of vales and things, and the people there are trying their best to help the cause, but are dealing with their own problems as well.
Meanwhile, Pippin is allowing Bergil to be a more mischievous youth. Bergil doesn’t know the passwords to move around in the city, but Beregond just taught them to Pippin. He uses them to get out of the Great Gate, which Bergil remarks is something typically denied to him.
Great, so he’s going to run about and get to places he shouldn’t get to now.
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Anfalas? Oh, that’s another name for Langstrand. Remember Langstrand?
No one dies today.
“From the Anfalas, the Langstrand far away, a long line of men of many sorts,…”