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We heard of the horns in the hills ringing T

We heard of the horns in the hills ringing
The swords shining in the South kingdom.
Steeds went striding to the stoning land
As wind in the morning. War was kindled.
There Theoden fell Thengling mighty
To his golden halls and green pastures
In the Northern fields never returning
High lord of the host. Harding and Guthlaf
Dunhere and Deorwine doughty Grimbold
Herefara and Herubrand Horn and Fastred
Fought and fell there in a far country
In the Mounds of Mundberg under mould they lie
With their leauge fellows lords of Gondor.
Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea
Nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales
Ever to Arnach to his own country
Returned in triumph nor the tall bowmen
Derufin and Duilin to their dark waters
Meres of Morthond under mountain shadows.
Death in the morning and at day's ending
Lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep
Under grass in Gondor by the Great River.
Grey now as tears gleaming silver
Red then it rolled roaring water.
Foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset
As beacons mountains burned at evening
Red fell the dew in Rammas Echor..

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