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'
I
for
one
!
'
cried
Legolas
.
'
And
Gimli
with
him
!
'
said
the
Dwarf
.
'
Well
,
for
myself
,
'
said
Aragorn
,
'
it
is
dark
before
me
.
I
must
go
down
also
to
Minas
Tirith
,
but
I
do
not
yet
see
the
road
.
An
hour
long
prepared
approaches
.
'
'
Do
n't
leave
me
behind
!
'
said
Merry
.
'
I
have
not
been
of
much
use
yet
;
but
I
do
n't
want
to
be
laid
aside
,
like
baggage
to
be
called
for
when
all
is
over
.
I
do
n't
think
the
Riders
will
want
to
be
bothered
with
me
now
.
Though
,
of
course
,
the
king
did
say
that
I
was
to
sit
by
him
when
he
came
to
his
house
and
tell
him
all
about
the
Shire
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Aragorn
,
'
and
your
road
lies
with
him
,
I
think
,
Merry
.
But
do
not
look
for
mirth
at
the
ending
.
It
will
be
long
,
I
fear
,
ere
Théoden
sits
at
ease
again
in
Meduseld
.
Many
hopes
will
wither
in
this
bitter
Spring
.
'
Soon
all
were
ready
to
depart
:
twenty-four
horses
,
with
Gimli
behind
Legolas
,
and
Merry
in
front
of
Aragorn
.
Presently
they
were
riding
swiftly
through
the
night
.
They
had
not
long
passed
the
mounds
at
the
Fords
of
Isen
,
when
a
Rider
galloped
up
from
the
rear
of
their
line
.
'
My
lord
,
'
he
said
to
the
king
,
'
there
are
horsemen
behind
us
.
As
we
crossed
the
fords
I
thought
that
I
heard
them
.
Now
we
are
sure
.
They
are
overtaking
us
,
riding
hard
.
'
Théoden
at
once
called
a
halt
.
The
Riders
turned
about
and
seized
their
spears
.
Aragorn
dismounted
and
set
Merry
on
the
ground
,
and
drawing
his
sword
he
stood
by
the
king
's
stirrup
.
Éomer
and
his
esquire
rode
back
to
the
rear
.
Merry
felt
more
like
unneeded
baggage
than
ever
,
and
he
wondered
,
if
there
was
a
fight
,
what
he
should
do
.
Supposing
the
king
's
small
escort
was
trapped
and
overcome
,
but
he
escaped
into
the
darkness
-
alone
in
the
wild
fields
of
Rohan
with
no
idea
of
where
he
was
in
all
the
endless
miles
?
'
No
good
!
'
he
thought
.
He
drew
his
sword
and
tightened
his
belt
.
The
sinking
moon
was
obscured
by
a
great
sailing
cloud
,
but
suddenly
it
rode
out
clear
again
.
Then
they
all
heard
the
sound
of
hoofs
,
and
at
the
same
moment
they
saw
dark
shapes
coming
swiftly
on
the
path
from
the
fords
.
The
moonlight
glinted
here
and
there
on
the
points
of
spears
.
The
number
of
the
pursuers
could
not
be
told
,
but
they
seemed
no
fewer
than
the
king
's
escort
,
at
the
least
.
When
they
were
some
fifty
paces
off
,
Éomer
cried
in
a
loud
voice
:
'
Halt
!
Halt
!
Who
rides
in
Rohan
?
'
