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East
rode
the
knights
of
Dol
Amroth
driving
the
enemy
before
them
:
troll-men
and
Variags
and
orcs
that
hated
the
sunlight
.
South
strode
Éomer
and
men
fled
before
his
face
,
and
they
were
caught
between
the
hammer
and
the
anvil
.
For
now
men
leaped
from
the
ships
to
the
quays
of
the
Harlond
and
swept
north
like
a
storm
.
There
came
Legolas
,
and
Gimli
wielding
his
axe
,
and
Halbarad
with
the
standard
,
and
Elladan
and
Elrohir
with
stars
on
their
brow
,
and
the
dour-handed
Dúnedain
,
Rangers
of
the
North
,
leading
a
great
valour
of
the
folk
of
Lebennin
and
Lamedon
and
the
fiefs
of
the
South
.
But
before
all
went
Aragorn
with
the
Flame
of
the
West
,
Andúril
like
a
new
fire
kindled
,
Narsil
re-forged
as
deadly
as
of
old
:
and
upon
his
brow
was
the
Star
of
Elendil
.
And
so
at
length
Éomer
and
Aragorn
met
in
the
midst
of
the
battle
,
and
they
leaned
on
their
swords
and
looked
on
one
another
and
were
glad
.
'
Thus
we
meet
again
,
though
all
the
hosts
of
Mordor
lay
between
us
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
Did
I
not
say
so
at
the
Hornburg
?
'
'
So
you
spoke
,
'
said
Éomer
,
'
but
hope
oft
deceives
,
and
I
knew
not
then
that
you
were
a
man
foresighted
.
Yet
twice
blessed
is
help
unlooked
for
,
and
never
was
a
meeting
of
friends
more
joyful
.
'
And
they
clasped
hand
in
hand
.
'
Nor
indeed
more
timely
,
'
said
Éomer
.
'
You
come
none
too
soon
,
my
friend
.
Much
loss
and
sorrow
has
befallen
us
.
'
'
Then
let
us
avenge
it
,
ere
we
speak
of
it
!
'
said
Aragorn
,
and
they
rode
back
to
battle
together
.
Hard
fighting
and
long
labour
they
had
still
;
for
the
Southrons
were
bold
men
and
grim
,
and
fierce
in
despair
;
and
the
Easterlings
were
strong
and
war-hardened
and
asked
for
no
quarter
.
And
so
in
this
place
and
that
,
by
burned
homestead
or
barn
,
upon
hillock
or
mound
,
under
wall
or
on
field
,
still
they
gathered
and
rallied
and
fought
until
the
day
wore
away
.
Then
the
Sun
went
at
last
behind
Mindolluin
and
filled
all
the
sky
with
a
great
burning
,
so
that
the
hills
and
the
mountains
were
dyed
as
with
blood
;
fire
glowed
in
the
River
,
and
the
grass
of
the
Pelennor
lay
red
in
the
nightfall
.
And
in
that
hour
the
great
Battle
of
the
field
of
Gondor
was
over
;
and
not
one
living
foe
was
left
within
the
circuit
of
the
Rammas
.
All
were
slain
save
those
who
fled
to
die
,
or
to
drown
in
the
red
foam
of
the
River
.
Few
ever
came
eastward
to
Morgul
or
Mordor
;
and
to
the
land
of
the
Haradrim
came
only
a
tale
from
far
off
:
a
rumour
of
the
wrath
and
terror
of
Gondor
.
Aragorn
and
Éomer
and
Imrahil
rode
back
towards
the
Gate
of
the
City
,
and
they
were
now
weary
beyond
joy
or
sorrow
.
These
three
were
unscathed
,
for
such
was
their
fortune
and
the
skill
and
might
of
their
arms
,
and
few
indeed
had
dared
to
abide
them
or
look
on
their
faces
in
the
hour
of
their
wrath
.
But
many
others
were
hurt
or
maimed
or
dead
upon
the
field
.
The
axes
hewed
Forlong
as
he
fought
alone
and
unhorsed
;
and
both
Duilin
of
Morthond
and
his
brother
were
trampled
to
death
when
they
assailed
the
mûmakil
,
leading
their
bowmen
close
to
shoot
at
the
eyes
of
the
monsters
.
Neither
Hirluin
the
fair
would
return
to
Pinnath
Gelin
,
nor
Grimbold
to
Grimslade
,
nor
Halbarad
to
the
Northlands
,
dour-handed
Ranger
.
No
few
had
fallen
,
renowned
or
nameless
,
captain
or
soldier
;
for
it
was
a
great
battle
and
the
full
count
of
it
no
tale
has
told
.
So
long
afterward
a
maker
in
Rohan
said
in
his
song
of
the
Mounds
of
Mundburg
:
