Return of the King - Drabbled, The
5. The Ride of the Rohirrim
Merry looked up at Théoden, his lord and father for a while, sitting on Snowmane like a god of old. Be this lunacy or lucidity?
Théoden blew Guthláf's horn, and all Rohan answered with their battle-music, a joyous melody rivaling the first Great Song. What had before been created out of nothing was now re-created out of worse than nothing: disaster and impending doom.
So they rode. Through forest and down forgotten paths, led by the stone-men to the stone-city. To and through the Rammas Echor, toward hope or doom, whatever fate demanded.
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