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'
Andúril
!
'
cried
Aragorn
.
'
Andúril
for
the
Dúnedain
!
'
Charging
from
the
side
,
they
hurled
themselves
upon
the
wild
men
.
Andúril
rose
and
fell
,
gleaming
with
white
fire
.
A
shout
went
up
from
wall
and
tower
:
'
Andúril
!
Andúril
goes
to
war
.
The
Blade
that
was
Broken
shines
again
!
'
Dismayed
the
rammers
let
fall
the
trees
and
turned
to
fight
;
but
the
wall
of
their
shields
was
broken
as
by
a
lightning-stroke
,
and
they
were
swept
away
,
hewn
down
,
or
cast
over
the
Rock
into
the
stony
stream
below
.
The
orc-archers
shot
wildly
and
then
fled
.
For
a
moment
Éomer
and
Aragorn
halted
before
the
gates
.
The
thunder
was
rumbling
in
the
distance
now
.
The
lightning
flickered
still
,
far
off
among
the
mountains
in
the
South
.
A
keen
wind
was
blowing
from
the
North
again
.
The
clouds
were
torn
and
drifting
,
and
stars
peeped
out
;
and
above
the
hills
of
the
Coomb-side
the
westering
moon
rode
,
glimmering
yellow
in
the
storm-wrack
.
'
We
did
not
come
too
soon
,
'
said
Aragorn
,
looking
at
the
gates
.
Their
great
hinges
and
iron
bars
were
wrenched
and
bent
;
many
of
their
timbers
were
cracked
.
'
Yet
we
can
not
stay
here
beyond
the
walls
to
defend
them
,
'
said
Éomer
.
'
Look
!
'
He
pointed
to
the
causeway
.
Already
a
great
press
of
Orcs
and
Men
were
gathering
again
beyond
the
stream
.
Arrows
whined
,
and
skipped
on
the
stones
about
them
.
'
Come
!
We
must
get
back
and
see
what
we
can
do
to
pile
stone
and
beam
across
the
gates
within
.
Come
now
!
'
They
turned
and
ran
.
At
that
moment
some
dozen
Orcs
that
had
lain
motionless
among
the
slain
leaped
to
their
feet
,
and
came
silently
and
swiftly
behind
.
Two
flung
themselves
to
the
ground
at
Éomer
's
heels
,
tripped
him
,
and
in
a
moment
they
were
on
top
of
him
.
But
a
small
dark
figure
that
none
had
observed
sprang
out
of
the
shadows
and
gave
a
hoarse
shout
:
Baruk
Khazâd
!
Khazâd
ai-mênu
!
An
axe
swung
and
swept
back
.
Two
Orcs
fell
headless
.
The
rest
fled
.
Éomer
struggled
to
his
feet
,
even
as
Aragorn
ran
back
to
his
aid
.
The
postern
was
closed
again
,
the
iron
door
was
barred
and
piled
inside
with
stones
.
When
all
were
safe
within
,
Éomer
turned
:
'
I
thank
you
,
Gimli
son
of
Glóin
!
'
he
said
.
'
I
did
not
know
that
you
were
with
us
in
the
sortie
.
But
oft
the
unbidden
guest
proves
the
best
company
.
How
came
you
there
?
'