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'
Then
Éomer
son
of
Éomund
,
Third
Marshal
of
Riddermark
,
let
Gimli
the
Dwarf
Glóin
's
son
warn
you
against
foolish
words
.
You
speak
evil
of
that
which
is
fair
beyond
the
reach
of
your
thought
,
and
only
little
wit
can
excuse
you
.
'
Éomer
's
eyes
blazed
,
and
the
Men
of
Rohan
murmured
angrily
,
and
closed
in
,
advancing
their
spears
.
'
I
would
cut
off
your
head
,
beard
and
all
,
Master
Dwarf
,
if
it
stood
but
a
little
higher
from
the
ground
'
said
Éomer
.
'
He
stands
not
alone
,
'
said
Legolas
,
bending
his
bow
and
fitting
an
arrow
with
hands
that
moved
quicker
than
sight
.
'
You
would
die
before
your
stroke
fell
.
'
Éomer
raised
his
sword
,
and
things
might
have
gone
ill
,
but
Aragorn
sprang
between
them
,
and
raised
his
hand
.
'
Your
pardon
,
Éomer
!
'
he
cried
.
'
When
you
know
more
you
will
understand
why
you
have
angered
my
companions
.
We
intend
no
evil
to
Rohan
,
nor
to
any
of
its
folk
,
neither
to
man
nor
to
horse
.
Will
you
not
hear
our
tale
before
you
strike
?
'
'
I
will
,
'
said
Éomer
lowering
his
blade
.
'
But
wanderers
in
the
Riddermark
would
be
wise
to
be
less
haughty
in
these
days
of
doubt
.
First
tell
me
your
right
name
.
'
'
First
tell
me
whom
you
serve
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
Are
you
friend
or
foe
of
Sauron
,
the
Dark
Lord
of
Mordor
?
'
'
I
serve
only
the
Lord
of
the
Mark
,
Théoden
King
son
of
Thengel
,
'
answered
Éomer
.
'
We
do
not
serve
the
Power
of
the
Black
Land
far
away
,
but
neither
are
we
yet
at
open
war
with
him
;
and
if
you
are
fleeing
from
him
,
then
you
had
best
leave
this
land
.
There
is
trouble
now
on
all
our
borders
,
and
we
are
threatened
;
but
we
desire
only
to
be
free
,
and
to
live
as
we
have
lived
,
keeping
our
own
,
and
serving
no
foreign
lord
,
good
or
evil
.
We
welcomed
guests
kindly
in
the
better
days
,
but
in
these
times
the
unbidden
stranger
finds
us
swift
and
hard
.
Come
!
Who
are
you
?
Whom
do
you
serve
?
At
whose
command
do
you
hunt
Orcs
in
our
land
?
'
'
I
serve
no
man
,
'
said
Aragorn
;
'
but
the
servants
of
Sauron
I
pursue
into
whatever
land
they
may
go
.
There
are
few
among
mortal
Men
who
know
more
of
Orcs
;
and
I
do
not
hunt
them
in
this
fashion
out
of
choice
.
The
Orcs
whom
we
pursued
took
captive
two
of
my
friends
.
In
such
need
a
man
that
has
no
horse
will
go
on
foot
,
and
he
will
not
ask
for
leave
to
follow
the
trail
.
Nor
will
he
count
the
heads
of
the
enemy
save
with
a
sword
.
I
am
not
weaponless
.
'
Aragorn
threw
back
his
cloak
.
The
elven-sheath
glittered
as
he
grasped
it
,
and
the
bright
blade
of
Andúril
shone
like
a
sudden
flame
as
he
swept
it
out
.
'
Elendil
!
'
he
cried
.
'
I
am
Aragorn
son
of
Arathorn
and
am
called
Elessar
,
the
Elfstone
,
Dúnadan
,
the
heir
of
Isildur
Elendil
's
son
of
Gondor
.
