But if there were a year to spend, I would not tell you at all that. Tell us what you will and time allows, said Gimli. Come, Gandalf, tell us how you fared with the bow. Rogue name had not, said Gandalf, and for a moment he'd seen that a cloud of pain passed over his face and he sat silent, looking old as death. Long time I fell, he said at last, slowly, as if thinking back with difficulty