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The
guards
now
lifted
the
heavy
bars
of
the
doors
and
swung
them
slowly
inwards
grumbling
on
their
great
hinges
.
The
travellers
entered
.
Inside
it
seemed
dark
and
warm
after
the
clear
air
upon
the
hill
.
The
hall
was
long
and
wide
and
filled
with
shadows
and
half
lights
;
mighty
pillars
upheld
its
lofty
roof
.
But
here
and
there
bright
sunbeams
fell
in
glimmering
shafts
from
the
eastern
windows
,
high
under
the
deep
eaves
.
Through
the
louver
in
the
roof
,
above
the
thin
wisps
of
issuing
smoke
,
the
sky
showed
pale
and
blue
.
As
their
eyes
changed
,
the
travellers
perceived
that
the
floor
was
paved
with
stones
of
many
hues
;
branching
runes
and
strange
devices
intertwined
beneath
their
feet
.
They
saw
now
that
the
pillars
were
richly
carved
,
gleaming
dully
with
gold
and
half-seen
colours
.
Many
woven
cloths
were
hung
upon
the
walls
,
and
over
their
wide
spaces
marched
figures
of
ancient
legend
,
some
dim
with
years
,
some
darkling
in
the
shade
.
But
upon
one
form
the
sunlight
fell
:
a
young
man
upon
a
white
horse
.
He
was
blowing
a
great
horn
,
and
his
yellow
hair
was
flying
in
the
wind
.
The
horse
's
head
was
lifted
,
and
its
nostrils
were
wide
and
red
as
it
neighed
,
smelling
battle
afar
.
Foaming
water
,
green
and
white
,
rushed
and
curled
about
its
knees
.
'
Behold
Eorl
the
Young
!
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
Thus
he
rode
out
of
the
North
to
the
Battle
of
the
Field
of
Celebrant
.
'
Now
the
four
companions
went
forward
,
past
the
clear
wood-fire
burning
upon
the
long
hearth
in
the
midst
of
the
hall
.
Then
they
halted
.
At
the
far
end
of
the
house
,
beyond
the
hearth
and
facing
north
towards
the
doors
,
was
a
dais
with
three
steps
;
and
in
the
middle
of
the
dais
was
a
great
gilded
chair
.
Upon
it
sat
a
man
so
bent
with
age
that
he
seemed
almost
a
dwarf
;
but
his
white
hair
was
long
and
thick
and
fell
in
great
braids
from
beneath
a
thin
golden
circle
set
upon
his
brow
.
In
the
centre
upon
his
forehead
shone
a
single
white
diamond
.
His
beard
was
laid
like
snow
upon
his
knees
;
but
his
eyes
still
burned
with
a
bright
light
,
glinting
as
he
gazed
at
the
strangers
.
Behind
his
chair
stood
a
woman
clad
in
white
.
At
his
feet
upon
the
steps
sat
a
wizened
figure
of
a
man
,
with
a
pale
wise
face
and
heavy-lidded
eyes
.
There
was
a
silence
.
The
old
man
did
not
move
in
his
chair
.
At
length
Gandalf
spoke
.
'
Hail
,
Théoden
son
of
Thengel
!
I
have
returned
.
For
behold
!
the
storm
comes
,
and
now
all
friends
should
gather
together
,
lest
each
singly
be
destroyed
.
'
Slowly
the
old
man
rose
to
his
feet
,
leaning
heavily
upon
a
short
black
staff
with
a
handle
of
white
bone
;
and
now
the
strangers
saw
that
,
bent
though
he
was
,
he
was
still
tall
and
must
in
youth
have
been
high
and
proud
indeed
.
'
I
greet
you
,
'
he
said
,
'
and
maybe
you
look
for
welcome
.
But
truth
to
tell
your
welcome
is
doubtful
here
,
Master
Gandalf
.
You
have
ever
been
a
herald
of
woe
.
Troubles
follow
you
like
crows
,
and
ever
the
oftener
the
worse
.
I
will
not
deceive
you
:
when
I
heard
that
Shadowfax
had
come
back
riderless
,
I
rejoiced
at
the
return
of
the
horse
,
but
still
more
at
the
lack
of
the
rider
;
and
when
Éomer
brought
the
tidings
that
you
had
gone
at
last
to
your
long
home
,
I
did
not
mourn
.
But
news
from
afar
is
seldom
sooth
.
Here
you
come
again
!
And
with
you
come
evils
worse
than
before
,
as
might
be
expected
.
Why
should
I
welcome
you
,
Gandalf
Stormcrow
?
Tell
me
that
.
'
Slowly
he
sat
down
again
in
his
chair
.
'
You
speak
justly
,
lord
,
'
said
the
pale
man
sitting
upon
the
steps
of
the
dais
.
'
It
is
not
yet
five
days
since
the
bitter
tidings
came
that
Théodred
your
son
was
slain
upon
the
West
Marches
:
your
right
hand
,
Second
Marshal
Of
the
Mark
.
In
Éomer
there
is
little
trust
.
Few
men
would
be
left
to
guard
your
walls
,
if
he
had
been
allowed
to
rule
.
And
even
now
we
learn
from
Gondor
that
the
Dark
Lord
is
stirring
in
the
East
.
Such
is
the
hour
in
which
this
wanderer
chooses
to
return
.
Why
indeed
should
we
welcome
you
,
Master
Stormcrow
?
Láthspell
I
name
you
,
Ill-news
;
and
ill
news
is
an
ill
guest
they
say
.
'
He
laughed
grimly
,
as
he
lifted
his
heavy
lids
for
a
moment
and
gazed
on
the
strangers
with
dark
eyes
.
'
You
are
held
wise
,
my
friend
Wormtongue
,
and
are
doubtless
a
great
support
to
your
master
,
'
answered
Gandalf
in
a
soft
voice
.
'
Yet
in
two
ways
may
a
man
come
with
evil
tidings
.
lie
may
be
a
worker
of
evil
;
or
he
may
be
such
as
leaves
well
alone
,
and
comes
only
to
bring
aid
in
time
of
need
.
'
