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Without
a
word
or
cry
,
suddenly
,
the
Riders
halted
.
A
thicket
of
spears
were
pointed
towards
the
strangers
;
and
some
of
the
horsemen
had
bows
in
hand
,
and
their
arrows
were
already
fitted
to
the
string
.
Then
one
rode
forward
,
a
tall
man
,
taller
than
all
the
rest
;
from
his
helm
as
a
crest
a
white
horsetail
flowed
.
He
advanced
until
the
point
of
his
spear
was
within
a
foot
of
Aragorn
's
breast
.
Aragorn
did
not
stir
.
'
Who
are
you
,
and
what
are
you
doing
in
this
land
?
'
said
the
Rider
,
using
the
Common
Speech
of
the
West
,
in
manner
and
tone
like
to
the
speech
of
Boromir
,
Man
of
Gondor
.
'
I
am
called
Strider
,
'
answered
Aragorn
.
'
I
came
out
of
the
North
.
I
am
hunting
Orcs
.
'
The
Rider
leaped
from
his
horse
.
Giving
his
spear
to
another
who
rode
up
and
dismounted
at
his
side
,
he
drew
his
sword
and
stood
face
to
face
with
Aragorn
,
surveying
him
keenly
,
and
not
without
wonder
.
At
length
he
spoke
again
.
'
At
first
I
thought
that
you
yourselves
were
Orcs
,
'
he
said
;
'
but
now
I
see
that
it
is
not
so
.
Indeed
you
know
little
of
Orcs
,
if
you
go
hunting
them
in
this
fashion
.
They
were
swift
and
well-armed
,
and
they
were
many
.
You
would
have
changed
from
hunters
to
prey
,
if
ever
you
had
overtaken
them
.
But
there
is
something
strange
about
you
,
Strider
.
'
He
bent
his
clear
bright
eyes
again
upon
the
Ranger
.
'
That
is
no
name
for
a
Man
that
you
give
.
And
strange
too
is
your
raiment
.
Have
you
sprung
out
of
the
grass
?
How
did
you
escape
our
sight
?
Are
you
elvish
folk
?
'
'N
o
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
One
only
of
us
is
an
Elf
,
Legolas
from
the
Woodland
Realm
in
distant
Mirkwood
.
But
we
have
passed
through
Lothlórien
,
and
the
gifts
and
favour
of
the
Lady
go
with
us
.
'
The
Rider
looked
at
them
with
renewed
wonder
,
but
his
eyes
hardened
.
'
Then
there
is
a
Lady
in
the
Golden
Wood
,
as
old
tales
tell
!
'
he
said
.
'
Few
escape
her
nets
,
they
say
.
These
are
strange
days
!
But
if
you
have
her
favour
,
then
you
also
are
net-weavers
and
sorcerers
,
maybe
.
'
He
turned
a
cold
glance
suddenly
upon
Legolas
and
Gimli
.
'
Why
do
you
not
speak
,
silent
ones
?
'
he
demanded
.
Gimli
rose
and
planted
his
feet
firmly
apart
:
his
hand
gripped
the
handle
of
his
axe
,
and
his
dark
eyes
flashed
.
'
Give
me
your
name
,
horse-master
,
and
I
will
give
you
mine
,
and
more
besides
,
'
he
said
.
'
As
for
that
,
'
said
the
Rider
,
staring
down
at
the
Dwarf
,
'
the
stranger
should
declare
himself
first
.
Yet
I
am
named
Éomer
son
of
Éomund
,
and
am
called
the
Third
Marshal
of
Riddermark
.
'
