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'
The
Paths
of
the
Dead
,
'
he
muttered
to
himself
.
'
The
Paths
of
the
Dead
?
What
does
all
this
mean
?
They
have
all
left
me
now
.
They
have
all
gone
to
some
doom
:
Gandalf
and
Pippin
to
war
in
the
East
;
and
Sam
and
Frodo
to
Mordor
;
and
Strider
and
Legolas
and
Gimli
to
the
Paths
of
the
Dead
.
But
my
turn
will
come
soon
enough
,
I
suppose
.
I
wonder
what
they
are
all
talking
about
,
and
what
the
king
means
to
do
.
For
I
must
go
where
he
goes
now
.
'
In
the
midst
of
these
gloomy
thoughts
he
suddenly
remembered
that
he
was
very
hungry
,
and
he
got
up
to
go
and
see
if
anyone
else
in
this
strange
camp
felt
the
same
.
But
at
that
very
moment
a
trumpet
sounded
,
and
a
man
came
summoning
him
,
the
king
's
esquire
,
to
wait
at
the
king
's
board
.
In
the
inner
part
of
the
pavilion
was
a
small
space
,
curtained
off
with
broidered
hangings
,
and
strewn
with
skins
:
and
there
at
a
small
table
sat
Théoden
with
Éomer
and
Éowyn
,
and
Dúnhere
,
lord
of
Harrowdale
.
Merry
stood
beside
the
king
's
stool
and
waited
on
him
till
presently
the
old
man
,
coming
out
of
deep
thought
,
turned
to
him
and
smiled
.
'
Come
,
Master
Meriadoc
!
'
he
said
.
'
You
shall
not
stand
.
You
shall
sit
beside
me
,
as
long
as
I
remain
in
my
own
lands
,
and
lighten
my
heart
with
tales
.
'
Room
was
made
for
the
hobbit
at
the
king
's
left
hand
,
but
no
one
called
for
any
tale
.
There
was
indeed
little
speech
,
and
they
ate
and
drank
for
the
most
part
in
silence
,
until
at
last
,
plucking
up
courage
,
Merry
asked
the
question
that
was
tormenting
him
.
'
Twice
now
,
lord
,
I
have
heard
of
the
Paths
of
the
Dead
,
'
he
said
.
'
What
are
they
?
And
where
has
Strider
,
I
mean
the
Lord
Aragorn
where
has
he
gone
?
'
The
king
sighed
,
but
no
one
answered
,
until
at
last
Éomer
spoke
.
'
We
do
not
know
,
and
our
hearts
are
heavy
,
'
he
said
.
'
But
as
for
the
Paths
of
the
Dead
,
you
have
yourself
walked
on
their
first
steps
.
Nay
.
I
speak
no
words
of
ill
omen
!
The
road
that
we
have
climbed
is
the
approach
to
the
Door
,
yonder
in
the
Dimholt
.
But
what
lies
beyond
no
man
knows
.
'
'
No
man
knows
,
'
said
Théoden
:
'
yet
ancient
legend
,
now
seldom
spoken
,
has
somewhat
to
report
.
If
these
old
tales
speak
true
that
have
come
down
from
father
to
son
in
the
House
of
Eorl
,
then
the
Door
under
Dwimorberg
leads
to
a
secret
way
that
goes
beneath
the
mountain
to
some
forgotten
end
.
But
none
have
ever
ventured
in
to
search
its
secrets
,
since
Baldor
,
son
of
Brego
,
passed
the
Door
and
was
never
seen
among
men
again
.
A
rash
vow
he
spoke
,
as
he
drained
the
horn
at
that
feast
which
Brego
made
to
hallow
new-built
Meduseld
,
and
he
came
never
to
the
high
seat
of
which
he
was
the
heir
.
'
Folk
say
that
Dead
Men
out
of
the
Dark
Years
guard
the
way
and
will
suffer
no
living
man
to
come
to
their
hidden
halls
;
but
at
whiles
they
may
themselves
be
seen
passing
out
of
the
door
like
shadows
and
down
the
stony
road
.
Then
the
people
of
Harrowdale
shut
fast
their
doors
and
shroud
their
windows
and
are
afraid
.
But
the
Dead
come
seldom
forth
and
only
at
times
of
great
unquiet
and
coming
death
.
'
