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Then
the
drums
rolled
loudly
,
and
were
silent
.
At
length
after
fifteen
days
of
journey
the
wain
of
King
Théoden
passed
through
the
green
fields
of
Rohan
and
came
to
Edoras
;
and
there
they
all
rested
.
The
Golden
Hall
was
arrayed
with
fair
hangings
and
it
was
filled
with
light
,
and
there
was
held
the
highest
feast
that
it
had
known
since
the
days
of
its
building
.
For
after
three
days
the
Men
of
the
Mark
prepared
the
funeral
of
Théoden
;
and
he
was
laid
in
a
house
of
stone
with
his
arms
and
many
other
fair
things
that
he
had
possessed
,
and
over
him
was
raised
a
great
mound
,
covered
with
green
turves
of
grass
and
of
white
evermind
.
And
now
there
were
eight
mounds
on
the
east-side
of
the
Barrowfield
.
Then
the
Riders
of
the
King
's
House
upon
white
horses
rode
round
about
the
barrow
and
sang
together
a
song
of
Théoden
Thengel
's
son
that
Gleowine
his
minstrel
made
,
and
he
made
no
other
song
after
.
The
slow
voices
of
the
Riders
stirred
the
hearts
even
of
those
who
did
not
know
the
speech
of
that
people
;
but
the
words
of
the
song
brought
a
light
to
the
eyes
of
the
folk
of
the
Mark
as
they
heard
again
afar
the
thunder
of
the
hooves
of
the
North
and
the
voice
of
Eorl
crying
above
the
battle
upon
the
Field
of
Celebrant
;
and
the
tale
of
the
kings
rolled
on
,
and
the
horn
of
Helm
was
loud
in
the
mountains
,
until
the
Darkness
came
and
King
Théoden
arose
and
rode
through
the
Shadow
to
the
fire
,
and
died
in
splendour
,
even
as
the
Sun
,
returning
beyond
hope
,
gleamed
upon
Mindolluin
in
the
morning
.
Out
of
doubt
,
out
of
dark
,
to
the
day
's
rising
he
rode
singing
in
the
sun
,
sword
unsheathing
.
Hope
he
rekindled
,
and
in
hope
ended
;
over
death
,
over
dread
,
over
doom
lifted
out
of
loss
,
out
of
life
,
unto
long
glory
.
But
Merry
stood
at
the
foot
of
the
green
mound
,
and
he
wept
,
and
when
the
song
was
ended
he
arose
and
cried
:
"
Théoden
King
,
Théoden
King
!
Farewell
!
As
a
father
you
were
to
me
.
for
a
little
while
.
Farewell
!
"
