The title, in German, literally means Foresight and Voice.

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I hold a fondness towards Boromir. It blossomed when I read the book for the first time. He is an honorable man and much overlooked. Here I give him tribute. I do not know about you, but I cried when he died.

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They are coming. Already their stench, foul and defiling, has worked its way to our outpost and laden the very air with a terrible taste like a poison. The Standard of Gondor ripples high above the heads of my men and I, its battered and war-torn fabric cuts through the gloom of morning, flying proud.

I cannot remember the day this started, only that it has been many fortnights and we have suffered and endured much toil of battle ever since. The spirits of the soldiers are slowly waning and I know not of how long we can last against the Dark Lord and his minions. We are few against many and cannot defend all of Gondor alone, without aid.

And they are coming.

We have battled them before- the Orcs. They are evil creatures filled with malice and the want- no need- to destroy. An act of sacrilege to us brings to them great delight and amusement- if they can even feel such emotions.

And still, though these Orcs are not the least of my worries, they are certainly not he only. A dream, reoccurring each night, has eaten at my thoughts. 'Tis a dream of riddles, and I, Boromir son of Denethor, am not quite fond of riddles. Its words haunt me, in both the waking and unconscious realms, and I fear that to find the answer shall verily bring about a journey to Rivendell where it is said the Eldar dwell. If that is so true, perhaps they can tell me of the meaning of this dream.

Seek for the Sword that was broken:

In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,

And the Halfling forth shall stand.

Yes, truly to Rivendell, to Imladris, it wishes me to travel though I fear for my men. If I leave, then they will not have one to guide them. I am their commander and we have protected Gondor for long with our strength alone.

If I were to go, would Men fall to the Dark Lord's bidding?

But surely the dream is speaking the one Sword, the sword that Isildur used to banish the Dark Lord from Middle Earth. If that is so, and I am sure it is, to Imladris I must go.

But the Orcs are coming, and for now I will stay, protecting Gondor with my very life. Men are not easily overcome. We will be strong, and through this darkness a light shall spring.

We shall defeat Him.