From dark Dunharrow in the dim morningnWith thane and captain rode Thengel's son:nTo Edoras he came, the ancient hallsnnOf the Mark-wardens mist-enshrouded;nGolden timbers were in gloom mantled.nFarewell he bade to his free people,nHearth and high-seat, and the hallowed places,nnFate before him. Fealty kept he;nOaths he had taken, all fulfilled them.nForth rode Théoden. five nights and daysnEast and onward rode the EorlingasnThrough Folde and Fenmarch and the Firienwood,nnSix thousand spears to Sunlending,nMundburg the mighty under Mindolluin,nSea-kings; city in the South-kingdomnFoe-beleaguered, fire-encircled.nnDoom drove them on. Darkness took them,nHorse and horseman; hoofbeats afarnSank into silence; so the songs tell us.