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The
others
too
now
turned
their
eyes
eastward
.
Over
the
sundering
leagues
of
land
,
far
away
they
gazed
to
the
edge
of
sight
,
and
hope
and
fear
bore
their
thoughts
still
on
,
beyond
dark
mountains
to
the
Land
of
Shadow
.
Where
now
was
the
Ring-bearer
?
How
thin
indeed
was
the
thread
upon
which
doom
still
hung
!
It
seemed
to
Legolas
,
as
he
strained
his
farseeing
eyes
,
that
he
caught
a
glint
of
white
:
far
away
perchance
the
sun
twinkled
on
a
pinnacle
of
the
Tower
of
Guard
.
And
further
still
,
endlessly
remote
and
yet
a
present
threat
,
there
was
a
tiny
tongue
of
flame
.
Slowly
Théoden
sat
down
again
,
as
if
weariness
still
struggled
to
master
him
against
the
will
of
Gandalf
.
He
turned
and
looked
at
his
great
house
.
'
Alas
!
'
he
said
,
'
that
these
evil
days
should
be
mine
,
and
should
come
in
my
old
age
instead
of
that
peace
which
I
have
earned
.
Alas
for
Boromir
the
brave
!
The
young
perish
and
the
old
linger
,
withering
.
'
He
clutched
his
knees
with
his
wrinkled
hands
.
'
Your
fingers
would
remember
their
old
strength
better
,
if
they
grasped
a
sword-hilt
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
Théoden
rose
and
put
his
hand
to
his
side
;
but
no
sword
hung
at
his
belt
.
'
Where
has
Gríma
stowed
it
?
'
he
muttered
under
his
breath
.
'
Take
this
,
dear
lord
!
'
said
a
clear
voice
.
'
It
was
ever
at
your
service
.
'
Two
men
had
come
softly
up
the
stair
and
stood
now
a
few
steps
from
the
top
.
Éomer
was
there
.
No
helm
was
on
his
head
,
no
mail
was
on
his
breast
,
but
in
his
hand
he
held
a
drawn
sword
;
and
as
he
knelt
he
offered
the
hilt
to
his
master
.
'
How
comes
this
?
'
said
Théoden
sternly
.
He
turned
towards
Éomer
and
the
men
looked
in
wonder
at
him
,
standing
now
proud
and
erect
.
Where
was
the
old
man
whom
they
had
left
crouching
in
his
chair
or
leaning
on
his
stick
?
'
It
is
my
doing
,
lord
,
'
said
Háma
,
trembling
.
I
understood
that
Éomer
was
to
be
set
free
.
Such
joy
was
in
my
heart
that
maybe
I
have
erred
.
Yet
,
since
he
was
free
again
,
and
he
a
Marshal
of
the
Mark
,
!
brought
him
his
sword
as
he
bade
me
.
'
'
To
lay
at
your
feet
,
my
lord
,
'
said
Éomer
.
For
a
moment
of
silence
Théoden
stood
looking
down
at
Éomer
as
he
knelt
still
before
him
.
Neither
moved
.
