Upon Aragorn, Merry and the elves, the Rohirrim stared openly, for they appeared as figures out of the legends to them. Eomer and the Riders were hailed with friendship, but for Grima there was no greeting beyond dark glances and hostile eyes. Their path led them through the encampment, where men were beginning to stir. Draw no weapon, speak no haughty word, I counsel you all, until we are come before ThГ©odenвЂ™s seat.вЂќ But war is abroad, and the Rohirrim do not sleep as it approaches. Now the road lies plain to see before us. There dwells ThГ©oden son of Thengel, King of the Mark of Rohan. вЂњEdoras those courts are called,вЂќ said Grima, вЂњand Meduseld is that golden hall.

There men in bright mail stand and a great gathering of men and horses are collected outside the fence.вЂќ The light of it shines far over the land. And it seems to my eyes that it is thatched with gold. Within there rise the roofs of houses and in the midst, set upon a green terrace, there stands aloft a great hall of Men. A dike and mighty wall and thorny fence encircle it. Elrohir agreed, вЂњWhere it issues from the shadow of the vale a green hill rises upon the east. вЂњI see a white stream that comes down from the snows,вЂќ he said. About its feet there flowed, as a thread of silver, the stream that issued from the dale upon its brow they caught, still far away, a glint in the rising sun, a glimmer of gold.Д®lladan gazed ahead, shading his eyes from the level shafts of the new-risen sun. Far inward they glimpsed a tumbled mountain-mass with one tall peak at the mouth of the vale there stood like sentinel a lonely height. Immediately before the travellers the widest of these glens opened like a long gulf among the hills. The grass-lands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet, and flowed up into many valleys still dim and dark, untouched by the light of dawn, winding their way into the heart of the great mountains. Before them stood the mountains of the South: white-tipped and streaked with black. вЂњLook!вЂќ he cried, and they lifted their tired eyes. Suddenly EomerвЂ™s horse Firefoot stood still and neighed. Dawn came clear and bright a wind swept across their path, rushing through the bent grasses. Red shafts of light leapt above the black walls of the Emyn Muil far away upon their left. Slowly in the East the dark faded to a cold grey.

The waxing moon sank into the cloudy West.ДЄ bitter chill came into the air. The Riders of Rohan, weary but proud, followed their tireless leader into the night, for great was their need which drove them through the night. Merry nodded and would have fallen from his seat, if Aragorn had not clutched and shaken him. Under the cold moon they went on once more, as swift as by the light of day. The night was barred with long clouds, fleeting on a chill wind, when they arose again. All was silent, and there was no sign or sound of living thing. Even the elves slept and Merry lay flat next to Aragorn, stretched upon his back. Eomer only allowed them a few hours of rest. When at last they halted and dismounted, for the night even Aragorn was stiff and weary. They rode on through sunset, and slow dusk, and gathering night. вЂњThere lies the Gap of Rohan,вЂќ said Aragorn. A smoke seemed to rise up and darken the sunвЂ™s disc to the hue of blood, as if it had kindled the grass as it passed down under the rim of earth. Low upon the edge of sight shoulders of the mountains glinted red upon either side. Looking out over the great plain, far away the riders saw it for a moment like a red fire sinking into the grass. Slowly the sun fell from the sky down into the West. They came upon many hidden pools, and broad acres of sedge waving above wet and treacherous bogs but the Riders found their way. Often the grass was so high that it reached above the knees of the Riders, and their steeds seemed to be swimming in a grey-green sea. For many hours they rode on through the meads and riverlands, stopping only three or four times to allow their horses to drink before continuing on.

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