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'
Helm
!
Helm
!
'
the
Riders
shouted
.
'
Helm
is
arisen
and
comes
back
to
war
.
Helm
for
Théoden
King
!
'
And
with
that
shout
the
king
came
.
His
horse
was
white
as
snow
,
golden
was
his
shield
,
and
his
spear
was
long
.
At
his
right
hand
was
Aragorn
,
Elendil
's
heir
,
behind
him
rode
the
lords
of
the
House
of
Eorl
the
Young
.
Light
sprang
in
the
sky
.
Night
departed
.
'
Forth
Eorlingas
!
'
With
a
cry
and
a
great
noise
they
charged
.
Down
from
the
gates
they
roared
,
over
the
causeway
they
swept
,
and
they
drove
through
the
hosts
of
Isengard
as
a
wind
among
grass
.
Behind
them
from
the
Deep
came
the
stern
cries
of
'
men
issuing
from
the
caves
,
driving
forth
the
enemy
.
Out
poured
all
the
men
that
were
left
upon
the
Rock
.
And
ever
the
sound
of
blowing
horns
echoed
in
the
hills
.
On
they
rode
,
the
king
and
his
companions
.
Captains
and
champions
fell
or
fled
before
them
.
Neither
orc
nor
man
withstood
them
.
Their
backs
were
to
the
swords
and
spears
of
the
Riders
and
their
faces
to
the
valley
.
They
cried
and
wailed
,
for
fear
and
great
wonder
had
come
upon
them
with
the
rising
of
the
day
.
So
King
Théoden
rode
from
Helm
's
Gate
and
clove
his
path
to
the
great
Dike
.
There
the
company
halted
.
Light
grew
bright
about
them
.
Shafts
of
the
sun
flared
above
the
eastern
hills
and
glimmered
on
their
spears
.
But
they
sat
silent
on
their
horses
,
and
they
gazed
down
upon
the
Deeping-coomb
.
The
land
had
changed
.
Where
before
the
green
dale
had
lain
,
its
grassy
slopes
lapping
the
ever-mounting
hills
,
there
now
a
forest
loomed
.
Great
trees
,
bare
and
silent
,
stood
,
rank
on
rank
,
with
tangled
bough
and
hoary
head
;
their
twisted
roots
were
buried
in
the
long
green
grass
.
Darkness
was
under
them
.
Between
the
Dike
and
the
eaves
of
that
nameless
wood
only
two
open
furlongs
lay
.
There
now
cowered
the
proud
hosts
of
Saruman
,
in
terror
of
the
king
and
in
terror
of
the
trees
.
They
streamed
down
from
Helm
's
Gate
until
all
above
the
Dike
was
empty
of
them
,
but
below
it
they
were
packed
like
swarming
flies
.
Vainly
they
crawled
and
clambered
about
the
walls
of
the
coomb
.
seeking
to
escape
.
Upon
the
east
too
sheer
and
stony
was
the
valley
's
side
;
upon
the
left
,
from
the
west
,
their
final
doom
approached
.
There
suddenly
upon
a
ridge
appeared
a
rider
,
clad
in
white
,
shining
in
the
rising
sun
.
Over
the
low
hills
the
horns
were
sounding
.
Behind
him
,
hastening
down
the
long
slopes
,
were
a
thousand
men
on
foot
;
their
swords
were
in
their
hands
.
Amid
them
strode
a
man
tall
and
strong
.
His
shield
was
red
.
As
he
came
to
the
valley
's
brink
,
he
set
to
his
lips
a
great
black
horn
and
blew
a
ringing
blast
.
'
Erkenbrand
!
'
the
Riders
shouted
'
Erkenbrand
!
'
'
Behold
the
White
Rider
!
'
cried
Aragorn
.
'
Gandalf
is
come
again
!
'
