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Lament for Théoden
LAMENT FOR THÉODEN
From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning
with thane and captain rose Thengel's son:
to Edoras he carne, the ancient halls
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, tear behind him,
fate before him. Fealty kept he;
oaths he had taken, all fulfilled them.
Forth rode Théoden. Five nights and days
east and onward rode the Eorlingas
through Folde and Fenmarch and the
Firienwood,
six thousand spears to Sunlending
Mundberg the mighty under Mindulluin,
Sea-kings' city in the South-kingdom
foe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.
Doom drove them on. Darkness took them,
horse and horseman; hoofbeats afar
sank into silence: so the song tells us.
THE RETURN OF THE KING
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