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'
Gladly
will
I
take
it
,
'
said
the
king
;
and
laying
his
long
old
hands
upon
the
brown
hair
of
the
hobbit
;
he
blessed
him
.
'
Rise
now
,
Meriadoc
,
esquire
of
Rohan
of
the
household
of
Meduseld
!
'
he
said
.
'
Take
your
sword
and
bear
it
unto
good
fortune
!
'
'
As
a
father
you
shall
be
to
me
,
'
said
Merry
.
'
For
a
little
while
,
'
said
Théoden
.
They
talked
then
together
as
they
ate
,
until
presently
Éomer
spoke
.
'
It
is
near
the
hour
that
we
set
for
our
going
,
lord
,
'
he
said
.
'
Shall
I
bid
men
sound
the
horns
?
But
where
is
Aragorn
?
His
place
is
empty
and
he
has
not
eaten
.
'
'
We
will
make
ready
to
ride
,
'
said
Théoden
;
'
but
let
word
be
sent
to
the
Lord
Aragorn
that
the
hour
is
nigh
.
'
The
king
with
his
guard
and
Merry
at
his
side
passed
down
from
the
gate
of
the
Burg
to
where
the
Riders
were
assembling
on
the
green
.
Many
were
already
mounted
.
It
would
be
a
great
company
;
for
the
king
was
leaving
only
a
small
garrison
in
the
Burg
,
and
all
who
could
be
spared
were
riding
to
the
weapontake
at
Edoras
.
A
thousand
spears
had
indeed
already
ridden
away
at
night
;
but
still
there
would
be
some
five
hundred
more
to
go
with
the
king
,
for
the
most
part
men
from
the
fields
and
dales
of
Westfold
.
A
little
apart
the
Rangers
sat
,
silent
,
in
an
ordered
company
,
armed
with
spear
and
bow
and
sword
.
They
were
clad
in
cloaks
of
dark
grey
,
and
their
hoods
were
cast
now
over
helm
and
head
.
Their
horses
were
strong
and
of
proud
bearing
,
but
rough-haired
;
and
one
stood
there
without
a
rider
,
Aragorn
's
own
horse
that
they
had
brought
from
the
North
;
Roheryn
was
his
name
.
There
was
no
gleam
of
stone
or
gold
,
nor
any
fair
thing
in
all
their
gear
and
harness
:
nor
did
their
riders
bear
any
badge
or
token
,
save
only
that
each
cloak
was
pinned
upon
the
left
shoulder
by
a
brooch
of
silver
shaped
like
a
rayed
star
.
The
king
mounted
his
horse
,
Snowmane
,
and
Merry
sat
beside
him
on
his
pony
:
Stybba
was
his
name
.
Presently
Éomer
came
out
from
the
gate
,
and
with
him
was
Aragorn
,
and
Halbarad
bearing
the
great
staff
close-furled
in
black
,
and
two
tall
men
,
neither
young
nor
old
So
much
alike
were
they
,
the
sons
of
Elrond
,
that
few
could
tell
them
apart
:
dark-haired
,
grey-eyed
,
and
their
faces
elven-fair
,
clad
alike
in
bright
mail
beneath
cloaks
of
silver-grey
.
Behind
them
walked
Legolas
and
Gimli
.
But
Merry
had
eyes
only
for
Aragorn
,
so
startling
was
the
change
that
he
saw
in
him
,
as
if
in
one
night
many
years
had
fallen
on
his
head
.
Grim
was
his
face
,
grey-hued
and
weary
.
'
I
am
troubled
in
mind
,
lord
,
'
he
said
,
standing
by
the
king
's
horse
.
'
I
have
heard
strange
words
,
and
I
see
new
perils
far
off
.
I
have
laboured
long
in
thought
,
and
now
I
fear
that
I
must
change
my
purpose
.
Tell
me
,
Théoden
,
you
ride
now
to
Dunharrow
,
how
long
will
it
be
ere
you
come
there
?
'
