This is a belief that he has long held but against which he has fought bravely for as long as he could. This is not a conclusion that Denethor has drawn based upon what he can see from his windows. Go back and burn!”Īnd all the great vision of the Valar, and of the Free Peoples of the Earth, of Elves and of Humankind, of Valinor and of Númenor, of Gondolin and of Nargothrond, of Rivendell and of Lothlórien, of Arnor and of Gondor, is at an end before the inevitable triumph of the Dark. We will burn like heathen kings before ever a ship sailed hither from the West.
No tomb! No long slow sleep of death embalmed. To my pyre! No tomb for Denethor and Faramir. Go back to your bonfire! And I? I will go now to my pyre. “Why? Why do the fools fly? Better to burn sooner than late, for burn we must. When messengers come seeking orders and telling him that men flee the defences leaving the walls unmanned, his only response is: But in the Chamber of the Steward in the White Tower the Lord Denethor fights no more.
The battle still rages at the walls of Minas Tirith as the Lord of the Nazgûl prepares his final assault, great siege towers built in Osgiliath rolling forward to overwhelm what remains of the city’s defences.
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