My uncle rides before the Riders, his sword held high above his head. He does not know I am here. He does not know that Merry is here. If he knew... no. It does not bear thinking about it. We are here and we will fight. We fight for those we love and for the future of our lands. We will not remain behind when we can fight to rid the world of darkness. I whisper words of comfort and strength in my little friend's ear. The Riders are ready.
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