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Gimli

stood

leaning

against

the

breastwork

upon

the

wall

.

Legolas

sat

above

on

the

parapet

,

fingering

his

bow

,

and

peering

out

into

the

gloom

.

'

This

is

more

to

my

liking

,

'

said

the

dwarf

,

stamping

on

the

stones

.

'

Ever

my

heart

rises

as

we

draw

near

the

mountains

.

There

is

good

rock

here

.

This

country

has

tough

bones

.

I

felt

them

in

my

feet

as

we

came

up

from

the

dike

.

Give

me

a

year

and

a

hundred

of

my

kin

and

I

would

make

this

a

place

that

armies

would

break

upon

like

water

.

'

'

I

do

not

doubt

it

,

'

said

Legolas

.

'

But

you

are

a

dwarf

,

and

dwarves

are

strange

folk

.

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I

do

not

like

this

place

,

and

I

shall

like

it

no

more

by

the

light

of

day

.

But

you

comfort

me

,

Gimli

,

and

I

am

glad

to

have

you

standing

nigh

with

your

stout

legs

and

your

hard

axe

.

I

wish

there

were

more

of

your

kin

among

us

.

But

even

more

would

I

give

for

a

hundred

good

archers

of

Mirkwood

.

We

shall

need

them

.

The

Rohirrim

have

good

bowmen

after

their

fashion

,

but

there

are

too

few

here

,

too

few

.

'

'

It

is

dark

for

archery

,

'

said

Gimli

.

'

Indeed

it

is

time

for

sleep

.

Sleep

!

I

feel

the

need

of

it

,

as

never

I

thought

any

dwarf

could

.

Riding

is

tiring

work

.

Yet

my

axe

is

restless

in

my

hand

.

Give

me

a

row

of

orc-necks

and

room

to

swing

and

all

weariness

will

fall

from

me

!

'

A

slow

time

passed

.

Far

down

in

the

valley

scattered

fires

still

burned

.

The

hosts

of

Isengard

were

advancing

in

silence

now

.

Their

torches

could

be

seen

winding

up

the

coomb

in

many

lines

.

Suddenly

from

the

Dike

yells

and

screams

,

and

the

fierce

battle-cries

of

men

broke

out

.

Flaming

brands

appeared

over

the

brink

and

clustered

thickly

at

the

breach

.

Then

they

scattered

and

vanished

.

Men

came

galloping

back

over

the

field

and

up

the

ramp

to

the

gate

of

the

Hornburg

.

The

rearguard

of

the

Westfolders

had

been

driven

in

.

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'

The

enemy

is

at

hand

!

'

they

said

.

'

We

loosed

every

arrow

that

we

had

,

and

filled

the

Dike

with

Orcs

.

But

it

will

not

halt

them

long

.

Already

they

are

scaling

the

bank

at

many

points

,

thick

as

marching

ants

.

But

we

have

taught

them

not

to

carry

torches

.

'

It

was

now

past

midnight

.

The

sky

was

utterly

dark

,

and

the

stillness

of

the

heavy

air

foreboded

storm

.

Suddenly

the

clouds

were

seared

by

a

blinding

flash

.

Branched

lightning

smote

down

upon

the

eastward

hills

.

For

a

staring

moment

the

watchers

on

the

walls

saw

all

the

space

between

them

and

the

Dike

lit

with

white

light

:

it

was

boiling

and

crawling

with

black

shapes

.

some

squat

and

broad

,

some

tall

and

grim

,

with

high

helms

and

sable

shields

.

Hundreds

and

hundreds

more

were

pouring

over

the

Dike

and

through

the

breach

.

The

dark

tide

flowed

up

to

the

walls

from

cliff

to

cliff

.

Thunder

rolled

in

the

valley

.

Rain

came

lashing

down

.

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