Deorgast sat upon Grimme, his long-lived and trusted horse, which he has always loved dearly. Behind him, his 70 or so men, all composed of bowmen which he was given the honour of commanding as patrolers of the Wold after coming back to Rohan and being pardoned for his war-crimes, in the times Rohan was controlled by a wizard and not by their king. All around him there were men, scared to death of the enemy they were about to face, and at the same time marvelled by the size and the beauty of that white city they faced, Minas Tirith.
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