Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
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,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?lotr thread
>>86815002
You mean Bobby B thread?
>>86815002
Who am I gambling?
>>86815002
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAROI7hf_6k
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5VzwbsZklA
Saruman’s face grew livid, twisted with rage, and a red light was kindled in his eyes. He laughed wildly. ‘Later!’ he cried, and his voice rose to a scream. ‘Later! Yes, when you also have the Keys of Barad-dûr itself, I suppose; and the crowns of seven kings, and the rods of the Five Wizards!
>that overhead shot of the Rohirrim charge, as the angelic vocal melody plays