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'
Our
King
and
the
White
Rider
!
'
they
shouted
.
'
Forth
Eorlingas
!
'
The
trumpets
sounded
.
The
horses
reared
and
neighed
.
Spear
clashed
on
shield
.
Then
the
king
raised
his
hand
,
and
with
a
rush
like
the
sudden
onset
of
a
great
wind
the
last
host
of
Rohan
rode
thundering
into
the
West
.
Far
over
the
plain
Éowyn
saw
the
glitter
of
their
spears
,
as
she
stood
still
,
alone
before
the
doors
of
the
silent
house
.
The
sun
was
already
westering
as
they
rode
from
Edoras
,
and
the
light
of
it
was
in
their
eyes
,
turning
all
the
rolling
fields
of
Rohan
to
a
golden
haze
.
There
was
a
beaten
way
,
north-westward
along
the
foot-hills
of
the
White
Mountains
,
and
this
they
followed
,
up
and
down
in
a
green
country
,
crossing
small
swift
streams
by
many
fords
.
Far
ahead
and
to
their
right
the
Misty
Mountains
loomed
;
ever
darker
and
taller
they
grew
as
the
miles
went
by
.
The
sun
went
slowly
down
before
them
.
Evening
came
behind
.
The
host
rode
on
.
Need
drove
them
.
Fearing
to
come
too
late
,
they
rode
with
all
the
speed
they
could
,
pausing
seldom
.
Swift
and
enduring
were
the
steeds
of
Rohan
,
but
there
were
many
leagues
to
go
.
Forty
leagues
and
more
it
was
,
as
a
bird
flies
,
from
Edoras
to
the
fords
of
the
Isen
,
where
they
hoped
to
find
the
king
's
men
that
held
back
the
hosts
of
Saruman
.
Night
closed
about
them
.
At
last
they
halted
to
make
their
camp
.
They
had
ridden
for
some
five
hours
and
were
far
out
upon
the
western
plain
,
yet
more
than
half
their
journey
lay
still
before
them
.
In
a
great
circle
,
under
the
starry
sky
and
the
waxing
moon
,
they
now
made
their
bivouac
.
They
lit
no
fires
,
for
they
were
uncertain
of
events
;
but
they
set
a
ring
of
mounted
guards
about
them
,
and
scouts
rode
out
far
ahead
,
passing
like
shadows
in
the
folds
of
the
land
.
The
slow
night
passed
without
tidings
or
alarm
.
At
dawn
the
horns
sounded
,
and
within
an
hour
they
took
the
road
again
.
There
were
no
clouds
overhead
yet
,
but
a
heaviness
was
in
the
air
;
it
was
hot
for
the
season
of
the
year
.
The
rising
sun
was
hazy
,
and
behind
it
,
following
it
slowly
up
the
sky
,
there
was
a
growing
darkness
,
as
of
a
great
storm
moving
out
of
the
East
.
And
away
in
the
North-west
there
seemed
to
be
another
darkness
brooding
about
the
feet
of
the
Misty
Mountains
,
a
shadow
that
crept
down
slowly
from
the
Wizard
's
Vale
.
Gandalf
dropped
back
to
where
Legolas
rode
beside
Éomer
.
'
You
have
the
keen
eyes
of
your
fair
kindred
,
Legolas
,
'
he
said
;
'
and
they
can
tell
a
sparrow
from
a
finch
a
league
off
.
Tell
me
,
can
you
sec
anything
away
yonder
towards
Isengard
?
'
'M
any
miles
lie
between
,
'
said
Legolas
,
gazing
thither
and
shading
his
eyes
with
his
long
hand
.
'
I
can
see
a
darkness
.
There
are
shapes
moving
in
it
,
great
shapes
far
away
upon
the
bank
of
the
river
;
but
what
they
are
I
can
not
tell
.
It
is
not
mist
or
cloud
that
defeats
my
eyes
:
there
is
a
veiling
shadow
that
some
power
lays
upon
the
land
,
and
it
marches
slowly
down
stream
.
It
is
as
if
the
twilight
under
endless
trees
were
flowing
downwards
from
the
hills
.
'
'
And
behind
us
comes
a
very
storm
of
Mordor
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
It
will
be
a
black
night
.
'
