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He
was
very
tired
,
for
though
they
had
ridden
slowly
,
they
had
ridden
with
very
little
rest
.
Hour
after
hour
for
nearly
three
weary
days
he
had
jogged
up
and
down
,
over
passes
,
and
through
long
dales
,
and
across
many
streams
.
Sometimes
where
the
way
was
broader
he
had
ridden
at
the
king
's
side
,
not
noticing
that
many
of
the
Riders
smiled
to
see
the
two
together
:
the
hobbit
on
his
little
shaggy
grey
pony
,
and
the
Lord
of
Rohan
on
his
great
white
horse
.
Then
he
had
talked
to
Théoden
,
telling
him
about
his
home
and
the
doings
of
the
Shire-folk
,
or
listening
in
turn
to
tales
of
the
Mark
and
its
mighty
men
of
old
.
But
most
of
the
time
,
especially
on
this
last
day
,
Merry
had
ridden
by
himself
just
behind
the
king
,
saying
nothing
,
and
trying
to
understand
the
slow
sonorous
speech
of
Rohan
that
he
heard
the
men
behind
him
using
.
It
was
a
language
in
which
there
seemed
to
be
many
words
that
he
knew
,
though
spoken
more
richly
and
strongly
than
in
the
Shire
,
yet
he
could
not
piece
the
words
together
.
At
times
some
Rider
would
lift
up
his
clear
voice
in
stirring
song
,
and
Merry
felt
his
heart
leap
,
though
he
did
not
know
what
it
was
about
.
All
the
same
he
had
been
lonely
,
and
never
more
so
than
now
at
the
day
's
end
.
He
wondered
where
in
all
this
strange
world
Pippin
had
got
to
;
and
what
would
become
of
Aragorn
and
Legolas
and
Gimli
.
Then
suddenly
like
a
cold
touch
on
his
heart
he
thought
of
Frodo
and
Sam
.
'
I
am
forgetting
them
!
'
he
said
to
himself
reproachfully
.
'
And
yet
they
are
more
important
than
all
the
rest
of
us
.
And
I
came
to
help
them
;
but
now
they
must
be
hundreds
of
miles
away
,
if
they
are
still
alive
.
'
He
shivered
.
'
Harrowdale
at
last
!
'
said
Éomer
.
'
Our
journey
is
almost
at
an
end
.
'
They
halted
.
The
paths
out
of
the
narrow
gorge
fell
steeply
.
Only
a
glimpse
,
as
through
a
tall
window
,
could
be
seen
of
the
great
valley
in
the
gloaming
below
.
A
single
small
light
could
be
seen
twinkling
by
the
river
.
'
This
journey
is
over
,
maybe
,
'
said
Théoden
,
'
but
I
have
far
yet
to
go
.
Last
night
the
moon
was
full
,
and
in
the
morning
I
shall
ride
to
Edoras
to
the
gathering
of
the
Mark
.
'
'
But
if
you
would
take
my
counsel
,
'
said
Éomer
in
a
low
voice
,
'
you
would
then
return
hither
,
until
the
war
is
over
,
lost
or
won
.
'
Théoden
smiled
.
'
Nay
,
my
son
,
for
so
I
will
call
you
,
speak
not
the
soft
words
of
Wormtongue
in
my
old
ears
!
'
He
drew
himself
up
and
looked
back
at
the
long
line
of
his
men
fading
into
the
dusk
behind
.
'
Long
years
in
the
space
of
days
it
seems
since
I
rode
west
;
but
never
will
I
lean
on
a
staff
again
.
If
the
war
is
lost
,
what
good
will
be
my
hiding
in
the
hills
?
And
if
it
is
won
,
what
grief
will
it
be
,
even
if
I
fall
,
spending
my
last
strength
?
But
we
will
leave
this
now
.
Tonight
I
will
lie
in
the
Hold
of
Dunharrow
.
One
evening
of
peace
at
least
is
left
us
.
Let
us
ride
on
!
'
In
the
deepening
dusk
they
came
down
into
the
valley
.
Here
the
Snowbourn
flowed
near
to
the
western
walls
of
the
dale
,
and
soon
the
path
led
them
to
a
ford
where
the
shallow
waters
murmured
loudly
on
the
stones
.
The
ford
was
guarded
.
As
the
king
approached
many
men
sprang
up
out
of
the
shadow
of
the
rocks
;
and
when
they
saw
the
king
they
cried
with
glad
voices
:
'
Théoden
King
!
Théoden
King
!
The
King
of
the
Mark
returns
!
'
Then
one
blew
a
long
call
on
a
horn
.
It
echoed
in
the
valley
.
Other
horns
answered
it
,
and
lights
shone
out
across
the
river
.
