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Theoden's Burial Song |
Men of the Mark prepared the funeral of Theoden, and he was laid in a house of stone with his arms...and over him was raised a great mound, covered with green turves of grass and of white evermind. And now there were eight mounds on the east-side of the Barrowfield. The Riders upon white horses... sang a song that Gleowine (Theoden's minstrel) made; and he made no song after.
"Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising
he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
over death, over dread, over doom lifted
out of loss, out of life, unto long glory."
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But Merry stood at the foot of the green mound, and he wept.
"Theoden King, Theoden King! Farewell! As a father you were to me, for a little while. Farewell!"
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