

Great power and majesty they still wore, the silent wardens of a long-vanished kingdom. The left hand of each was raised palm outwards in gesture of warning in each right hand there was an axe upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown.

Upon great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone: still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North.


Then he saw that they were indeed shaped and fashioned: the craft and power of old had wrought upon them, and they still preserved through the suns and rains of forgotten years the mighty likenesses in which they had been hewn. Giants they seemed to him, vast grey figures silent but threatening. Keep the boats in line, and as far apart as you can! Hold the middle of the stream!" As Frodo was borne towards them the great pillars rose like towers to meet him. "Behold the Argonath, the Pillars of the Kings!" cried Aragorn. A narrow gap appeared between them, and the River swept the boats toward it. Tall and sheer and ominous they stood upon either side of the stream.
