Pippin:
[kneeling]
I offer you my service, such as it is, in payment of this debt.
Denethor:
This is my first command to you. How did you escape, and my son did not, so mighty a man as he was?
Pippin:
The mightiest man may be slain by one arrow... and Boromir was pierced by many.
Gandalf:
Get up. My Lord, there will be a time to greive for Boromir, but it is not now. War is coming. The enemy is on your doorstep. As steward, you are charged with the defense of this city. Where are Gondor's armies? You still have friends. You are not alone in this fight. Send word to Theoden of Rohan. Light the Beacons.
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