From dark Dunharrow in the dim morning
With thane and captain rode Thengel's son:
To Edoras he came, the ancient
halls
Of the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;
Golden timbers were in gloom mantled.
Farewell he bade to his free
people,
Hearth and high-seat, and the hallowed places,
Fate before him. Fealty kept he;
Oaths he had taken, all fulfilled
them.
Forth rode Thoden. five nights and days
East and onward rode the Eorlingas
Through Folde and Fenmarch and the
Firienwood,
Six thousand spears to Sunlending,
Mundburg the mighty under Mindolluin,
Sea-kings; city in the
South-kingdom
Foe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.
Doom drove them on. Darkness took them,
Horse and horseman; hoofbeats
afar
Sank into silence; so the songs tell us.