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The
king
was
silent
.
'
Ents
!
'
he
said
at
length
.
'
Out
of
the
shadows
of
legend
I
begin
a
little
to
understand
the
marvel
of
the
trees
,
I
think
.
I
have
lived
to
see
strange
days
.
Long
we
have
tended
our
beasts
and
our
fields
,
built
our
houses
,
wrought
our
tools
,
or
ridden
away
to
help
in
the
wars
of
Minas
Tirith
.
And
that
we
called
the
life
of
Men
,
the
way
of
the
world
.
We
cared
little
for
what
lay
beyond
the
borders
of
our
land
.
Songs
we
have
that
tell
of
these
things
,
but
we
are
forgetting
them
,
teaching
them
only
to
children
,
as
a
careless
custom
.
And
now
the
songs
have
come
down
among
us
out
of
strange
places
,
and
walk
visible
under
the
Sun
.
'
'
You
should
be
glad
,
Théoden
King
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
For
not
only
the
little
life
of
Men
is
now
endangered
,
but
the
life
also
of
those
things
which
you
have
deemed
the
matter
of
legend
.
You
are
not
without
allies
,
even
if
you
know
them
not
.
'
'
Yet
also
I
should
be
sad
,
'
said
Théoden
.
'
For
however
the
fortune
of
war
shall
go
,
may
it
not
so
end
that
much
that
was
fair
and
wonderful
shall
pass
for
ever
out
of
Middle-earth
?
'
'
It
may
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
'
The
evil
of
Sauron
can
not
be
wholly
cured
,
nor
made
as
if
it
had
not
been
.
But
to
such
days
we
are
doomed
.
Let
us
now
go
on
with
the
journey
we
have
begun
!
'
The
company
turned
then
away
from
the
Coomb
and
from
the
wood
and
took
the
road
towards
the
Fords
.
Legolas
followed
reluctantly
.
The
sun
had
set
,
already
it
had
sunk
behind
the
rim
of
the
world
;
but
as
they
rode
out
from
the
shadow
of
the
hills
and
looked
west
to
the
Gap
of
Rohan
the
sky
was
still
red
,
and
a
burning
light
was
under
the
floating
clouds
.
Dark
against
it
there
wheeled
and
flew
many
black-winged
birds
.
Some
passed
overhead
with
mournful
cries
,
returning
to
their
homes
among
the
rocks
.
'
The
carrion-fowl
have
been
busy
about
the
battle-field
,
'
said
Éomer
.
They
rode
now
at
an
easy
pace
and
dark
came
down
upon
the
plains
about
them
.
The
slow
moon
mounted
,
now
waxing
towards
the
full
,
and
in
its
cold
silver
light
the
swelling
grass-lands
rose
and
fell
like
a
wide
grey
sea
.
They
had
ridden
for
some
four
hours
from
the
branching
of
the
roads
when
they
drew
near
to
the
Fords
.
Long
slopes
ran
swiftly
down
to
where
the
river
spread
in
stony
shoals
between
high
grassy
terraces
.
Borne
upon
the
wind
they
heard
the
howling
of
wolves
.
Their
hearts
were
heavy
,
remembering
the
many
men
that
had
fallen
in
battle
in
this
place
.
The
road
dipped
between
rising
turf-banks
,
carving
its
way
through
the
terraces
to
the
river
's
edge
,
and
up
again
upon
the
further
side
.
There
were
three
lines
of
flat
stepping-stones
across
the
stream
,
and
between
them
fords
for
horses
,
that
went
from
either
brink
to
a
bare
eyot
in
the
midst
.
The
riders
looked
down
upon
the
crossings
,
and
it
seemed
strange
to
them
;
for
the
Fords
had
ever
been
a
place
full
of
the
rush
and
chatter
of
water
upon
stones
;
but
now
they
were
silent
.
The
beds
of
the
stream
were
almost
dry
,
a
bare
waste
of
shingles
and
grey
sand
.
'
This
is
become
a
dreary
place
,
'
said
Éomer
.
'
What
sickness
has
befallen
the
river
?
Many
fair
things
Saruman
has
destroyed
:
has
he
devoured
the
springs
of
Isen
too
?
'
'S
o
it
would
seem
,
'
said
Gandalf
.
