The Land of Illusion (Pride)
What surprised Boromir most about Imladris was its shabbiness. The gold leaf woodwork was cracked, the paint faded. Dead leaves littered the stone paths and crumbled in dusty corners. The guest chamber was, to his soldier’s eye, luxurious; but the steward’s son noticed the threadbare linen sheets and very faint smell of mustiness overlain with cedarwood and old rose. What was this place? Why had the dream led him here?
Travelers came, seeking answers, yet where were the libraries, the scholars and historians, the congregations of the learned? What wisdom could be found in Imladris that Gondor did not possess?