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All
went
well
that
day
,
and
no
sight
or
sound
had
they
of
the
enemy
waiting
to
waylay
them
.
The
Wild
Men
had
put
out
a
screen
of
wary
hunters
,
so
that
no
orc
or
roving
spy
should
learn
of
the
movements
in
the
hills
.
The
light
was
more
dim
than
ever
as
they
drew
nearer
to
the
beleaguered
city
,
and
the
Riders
passed
in
long
files
like
dark
shadows
of
men
and
horses
.
Each
company
was
guided
by
a
wild
woodman
;
but
old
Ghân
walked
beside
the
king
.
The
start
had
been
slower
than
was
hoped
,
for
it
had
taken
time
for
the
Riders
,
walking
and
leading
their
horses
,
to
find
paths
over
the
thickly
wooded
ridges
behind
their
camp
and
down
into
the
hidden
Stonewain
Valley
.
It
was
late
in
the
afternoon
when
the
leaders
came
to
wide
grey
thickets
stretching
beyond
the
eastward
side
of
Amon
Dîn
,
and
masking
a
great
gap
in
the
line
of
hills
that
from
Nardol
to
Dîn
ran
east
and
west
.
Through
the
gap
the
forgotten
wain-road
long
ago
had
run
down
,
back
into
the
main
horse-way
from
the
City
through
Anórien
;
but
now
for
many
lives
of
men
trees
had
had
their
way
with
it
,
and
it
had
vanished
,
broken
and
buried
under
the
leaves
of
uncounted
years
.
But
the
thickets
offered
to
the
Riders
their
last
hope
of
cover
before
they
went
into
open
battle
;
for
beyond
them
lay
the
road
and
the
plains
of
Anduin
,
while
east
and
southwards
the
slopes
were
bare
and
rocky
,
as
the
writhen
hills
gathered
themselves
together
and
climbed
up
,
bastion
upon
bastion
,
into
the
great
mass
and
shoulders
of
Mindolluin
.
The
leading
company
was
halted
,
and
as
those
behind
filed
up
out
of
the
trough
of
the
Stonewain
Valley
they
spread
out
and
passed
to
camping-places
under
the
grey
trees
.
The
king
summoned
the
captains
to
council
.
Éomer
sent
out
scouts
to
spy
upon
the
road
;
but
old
Ghân
shook
his
head
.
'
No
good
to
send
Horse-men
,
'
he
said
.
'
Wild
Men
have
already
seen
all
that
can
be
seen
in
the
bad
air
.
They
will
come
soon
and
speak
to
me
here
.
'
The
captains
came
;
and
then
out
of
the
trees
crept
warily
other
púkel-shapes
so
like
old
Ghân
that
Merry
could
hardly
tell
them
apart
.
They
spoke
to
Ghân
in
a
strange
throaty
language
.
Presently
Ghân
turned
to
the
king
.
'
Wild
Men
say
many
things
'
he
said
.
'
First
,
be
wary
!
Still
many
men
in
camp
beyond
Dîn
,
an
hour
's
walk
yonder
,
'
he
waved
his
arm
west
towards
the
black
beacon
.
'
But
none
to
see
between
here
and
Stone-folk
's
new
walls
.
Many
busy
there
.
Walls
stand
up
no
longer
:
gorgûn
knock
them
down
with
earth-thunder
and
with
clubs
of
black
iron
.
They
are
unwary
and
do
not
look
about
them
.
They
think
their
friends
watch
all
roads
!
'
At
that
old
Ghân
made
a
curious
gurgling
noise
,
and
it
seemed
that
he
was
laughing
.
'
Good
tidings
!
'
cried
Éomer
.
'
Even
in
this
gloom
hope
gleams
again
.
Our
Enemy
's
devices
oft
serve
us
in
his
despite
.
The
accursed
darkness
itself
has
been
a
cloak
to
us
.
And
now
,
lusting
to
destroy
Gondor
and
throw
it
down
stone
from
stone
,
his
orcs
have
taken
away
my
greatest
fear
.
The
out-wall
could
have
been
held
long
against
us
.
Now
we
can
sweep
through
-
if
once
we
win
so
far
.
'
'
Once
again
I
thank
you
,
Ghân-buri-Ghân
of
the
woods
,
'
said
Théoden
.
'
Good
fortune
go
with
you
for
tidings
and
for
guidance
!
'
'
Kill
gorgûn
!
Kill
orc-folk
!
No
other
words
please
Wild
Men
'
answered
Ghân
.
'
Drive
away
bad
air
and
darkness
with
bright
iron
!
'
