“Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn. And as if in answer there came far away another note. Horns, horns, horns. Great horns of the North wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last” kippenvel
— Nov 13, 2025 11:36PM
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