We have arrived but there is still a long battle ahead.
Book 6 – The Battle of the Pelennor Fields
Theoden’s riders
Thundered on the field
Till the King of Rohan
Met the King of Shadow.
All fled the menace
That no man could kill
Till the Nazgûl was slain
By the niece of the king.
Then Éomer charged
Into the enemy lines
So the battle raged
At a ruinous pace.
Our course seemed lost
Till the Corsair fleet
Arrived with rangers
To rescue our cause.
As the battle raged,
The ranger Golodir
Learned of his link
To Lorniel’s Bane.
He sought a troll
That troubled his friends
Then slew the beast
And sacrificed his life.
With Golodir gone
For Gothmog we sought:
The foulest foe on the field.
Then Aragorn stood firm
Gainst the foes of the West
While Gothmog fled in disgrace.
We have the day but we are not yet safe.
Pineleaf Needles
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‘To me! To me!’ cried Théoden. ‘Up Eorlingas! Fear no darkness!’
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Stern now was Éomer’s mood, and his mind clear again. He let blow the
horns to rally all men to his banner that could come thither; for he thought
to make a great shield-wall at the last, and stand, and fight there
on foot till all fell, and do deeds of song on the fields of Pelennor, though no man should be left in the West to remember the last King of the Mark. So he rode
to a green hillock and there set his banner, and the White Horse ran
rippling in the wind.
Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!