Theoden
From dark Dunharrow in the dim
With thane and captain rode Thengel's son:
To Edoras he came, the ancient
Of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;
Golden timbers were in gloom mantled.
Farewell he bade to his free people,
Hearth and high-seat, and the hallowed places,
Where long he had feasted ere the light faded.
Forth rode the king, fear behind him,
Fate before him.
Fealty kept he;
Oaths he had taken, all fulfilled them.
Forth rode Theoden.
Five nights and
East and onward rode the Eolingas.
Through Folde and Fenmarch and the Firienwood,
Six thousand spears to Sunlending,
Mundberg the mighty under Mindolluin,
Sea-kings city in the
Foe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.
Doom drove them on.
Darkness took them,
Horse and horseman; hoofbeats
Sank into silence: so the songs tell us.
J R R Tolkien
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