c: theoden

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Today in Middle-Earth: The charge of the Riders (March 4th, 3019 T.A.)

 'Helm! Helm!’ the Riders shouted. ‘Helm is arisen and comes back to war. Helm for Theoden King!' 

   And with that shout the king came. His horse was white as snow, golden was his shield, and his spear was long. At his right hand was Aragorn, Elendil’s heir, behind him rode the lords of the House of Eorl the Young. Light sprang in the sky. Night departed. 

   'Forth Eorlingas!’ With a cry and a great noise they charged. Down from the gates they roared, over the causeway they swept, and they drove through the hosts of Isengard as a wind among grass.

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Today in Middle-Earth: The muster of Rohan: the Rohirrim ride from Harrowdale (March 10th, 3019 T.A.)

 For a while the king sat silent. At last he spoke. ‘So we come to it in the end,’ he said; 'the great battle of our time, in which many things shall pass away. But at least there is no longer need for hiding. We will ride the straight way and the open road and with all our speed. The muster shall begin at once, and wait for none that tarry.' 

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Today in Middle-Earth: The horns of the Rohirrim are heard at cockcrow.(March 15th, 3019 T.A.)

 Tall and proud Theoden seemed again; and rising in his stirrups he cried in a loud voice, more clear than any there had ever heard a mortal man achieve before: 

 'Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!

Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! 

spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, 

a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! 

Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!‘ 

   With that he seized a great horn from Guthláf his banner-bearer, and he blew such a blast upon it that it burst asunder. And straightway all the horns in the host were lifted up in music, and the blowing of the horns of Rohan in that hour was like a storm upon the plain and a thunder in the mountains. 

'Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!' 

   Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Éomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed, and the front of the first éored roared like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Théoden could not be overtaken.