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- Ringwraiths
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- From dark Dunharrow
In the dim morning
To Ethoras he came
The ancient halls
From the mark-wardens, mist
enshrouded, golden timbers
were in gloom mantled;
Farewell he bade to his free
people,
heart and high-seat, and the
hallowed places,
where long he had feasted ere the
light faded;
Forth rode the king, fear behind
him, fate before him, fealtly kept he
oaths he had take and fulfulled
them.
Forth rode Theoden, five nights
and five days east and onward rode
to Erolingas through Folde and
Fenmarch and the Firienwood,
six thousands spears to Sunlending,
Mundburg the mighty under
Mindolluin, Sea-king's city in
the south kingdom