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They
have
passed
like
rain
on
the
mountain
,
like
a
wind
in
the
meadow
;
The
days
have
gone
down
in
the
West
behind
the
hills
into
shadow
.
Who
shall
gather
the
smoke
of
the
dead
wood
burning
,
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Or
behold
the
flowing
years
from
the
Sea
returning
?
Thus
spoke
a
forgotten
poet
long
ago
in
Rohan
,
recalling
how
tall
and
fair
was
Eorl
the
Young
,
who
rode
down
out
of
the
North
;
and
there
were
wings
upon
the
feet
of
his
steed
,
Felaróf
,
father
of
horses
.
So
men
still
sing
in
the
evening
.
'
With
these
words
the
travellers
passed
the
silent
mounds
.
Following
the
winding
way
up
the
green
shoulders
of
the
hills
,
they
came
at
last
to
the
wide
wind-swept
walls
and
the
gates
of
Edoras
.
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There
sat
many
men
in
bright
mail
,
who
sprang
at
once
to
their
feet
and
barred
the
way
with
spears
.
'S
tay
,
strangers
here
unknown
!
'
they
cried
in
the
tongue
of
the
Riddermark
,
demanding
the
names
and
errand
of
the
strangers
.
Wonder
was
in
their
eyes
but
little
friendliness
;
and
they
looked
darkly
upon
Gandalf
.
'
Well
do
I
understand
your
speech
,
'
he
answered
in
the
same
language
;
'
yet
few
strangers
do
so
.
Why
then
do
you
not
speak
in
the
Common
Tongue
,
as
is
the
custom
in
the
West
,
if
you
wish
to
be
answered
?
'
'
It
is
the
will
of
Théoden
King
that
none
should
enter
his
gates
,
save
those
who
know
our
tongue
and
are
our
friends
,
'
replied
one
of
the
guards
.
'N
one
are
welcome
here
in
days
of
war
but
our
own
folk
,
and
those
that
come
from
Mundburg
in
the
land
of
Gondor
.
Who
are
you
that
come
heedless
over
the
plain
thus
strangely
clad
,
riding
horses
like
to
our
own
horses
?
Long
have
we
kept
guard
here
,
and
we
have
watched
you
from
afar
.
Never
have
we
seen
other
riders
so
strange
,
nor
any
horse
more
proud
than
is
one
of
these
that
bear
you
.
He
is
One
of
the
Mearas
,
unless
our
eyes
are
cheated
by
some
spell
.
Say
,
are
you
not
a
wizard
,
some
spy
from
Saruman
,
or
phantoms
of
his
craft
?
Speak
now
and
be
swift
!
'