| Read the first sentence and I stopped. Boring.
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So it begins...
Arise, Arise, Riders of Theoden!
Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splinten!
A sword day, a red day and the sun rising!
Death! Death! Death!
FORTH EORLINGAS! (horn blows)
Theoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Theoden: For death and glory.
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Theoden: The Horn of Helm Hammerhand will sound in the deep, one last time! |