for the men will need it no more。 But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving…woman。 I can ride
and wield blade； and I do not fear either pain or death。'
'What do you fear； lady？' he asked。
'A cage；' she said。 'To stay behind bars； until use and old age accept them； and all chance of
doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire。'
'And yet you counselled me not to adventure on the road that I had chosen； because it is
perilous？'
'So may one counsel another；' she said。 'Yet I do not bid you flee from peril； but to ride to battle
where your sword may win renown and victory。 I would not see a thing that is high and excellent
cast away needlessly。'
'Nor would I；' he said。 'Therefore I say to you； lady： Stay！ For you have no errand to the South。'
'Neither have those others who go with thee。 They go only because they would not be parted
from thee – because they love thee。' Then she turned and vanished into the night。
When the light of day was e into the sky but the sun was not yet risen above the high ridges
in the East； Aragorn made ready to depart。 His pany was all mounted； and he was about to leap
into the saddle； when the Lady éowyn came to bid them farewell。 She was clad as a Rider and girt
with a sword。 In her hand she bore a cup； and she set it to her lips and drank a little； wishing them
good speed； and then she gave the cup to Aragorn； and he drank； and he said： 'Farewell； Lady of
Rohan！ I drink to the fortunes of your House； and of you； and of all your people。 Say to your
brother： beyond the shadows we may meet again！'
Then it seemed to Gimli and Legolas who were nearby that she wept； and in one so stern and
proud that seemed the more grievous。 But she said： 'Aragorn； wilt thou go？'
'I will；' he said。
'Then wilt thou not let me ride with this pany； as I have asked？'
'I will not； lady；' he said。 'For that I could not grant without leave of the king and of your brother；
and they will not return until tomorrow。 But I count now every hour； indeed every minute。
Farewell！'
Then she fell on her knees； saying： 'I beg thee！'
'Nay； lady；' he said； and taking her by the hand he raised her。 Then he kissed her hand； and
sprang into the saddle； and rode away； and did not look back； and only those who knew him well
and were near to him saw the pain that he bore。
But éowyn stood still as a figure carven in stone； her hands clenched at her sides； and she
watched them until they passed into the shadows under the black Dwimorberg； the Haunted
Mountain； in which was the Gate of the Dead。 When they were lost to view； she turned； stumbling
as one that is blind； and went back to her lodging。 But none of her folk saw this parting； for they hid
themselves in fear and would not e forth until the day was up； and the reckless strangers were
gone。
And some said： 'They are Elvish wights。 Let them go where they belong； into the dark places；
and never return。 The times are evil enough。'
The light was still grey as they rode； for the sun had not yet climbed over the black ridges of the
Haunted Mountain before them。 A dread fell on them； even as they passed between the lines of
ancient stones and so came to the Dimholt。 There under the gloom of black trees that not even
Legolas could long endure they found a hollow place opening at the mountain's root； and right in
their path stood a single mighty stone like a finger of doom。
'My blood runs chill；' said Gimli； but the others were silent； and his voice fell dead on the dank
fir…needles at his feet。 The horses would not pass the threatening stone； until the riders dismounted
and led them about。 And so they came at last deep into the glen； and there stood a sheer wall of
rock； and in the wall the Dark Door gaped before them like the mouth of night。 Signs and figures
were carved above its wide arch too dim to read； and fear flowed from it like a grey vapour。
The pany halted； and there was not a heart among them that did not quail； unless it were the
heart of Legolas of the Elves； for whom the ghosts of Men have no terror。
'This is an evil door；' said Halbarad； 'and my death lies beyond it。 I will dare to pass it
nonetheless； but no horse will enter。'
'But we must go in； and therefore the horses must go too；' said Aragorn。 'For if ever we e
through this darkness； many leagues lie beyond； and every hour that is lost there will bring the
triumph of Sauron nearer。 Follow me！'
Then Aragorn led the way； and such was the strength of his will in that hour that all the
Dúnedain and their horses followed him。 And indeed the love that the horses of the Rangers bore
for their riders was so great that they were willing to face even the terror of the Door； if their
masters' hearts were steady as they walked beside them。 But Arod； the horse of Rohan； refused the
way； and he stood sweating and trembling in a fear that was grievous to see。 Then Legolas laid his
hands on his eyes and sang some words that went soft in the gloom； until he suffered himself to be
led； and Legolas passed in。 And there stood Gimli the Dwarf left all alone。
His knees shook； and he was wroth with himself。 'Here is a thing unheard of！' he said。 'An Elf
will go underground and a Dwarf dare not！' With that he plunged in。 But it seemed to him that he
dragged his feet like lead over the threshold； and at once a blindness came upon him； even upon
Gimli Glóin's son who had walked unafraid in many deep places of the world。
Aragorn had brought torches from Dunharrow； and now he went ahead bearing one aloft； and
Elladan with another went at the rear； and Gimli； stumbling behind； strove to overtake him。 He
could see nothing but the dim flame of the torches； but if the pany halted； there seemed an
endless whisper of voices all about him； a murmur of words in no tongue that he had ever heard
before。
Nothing assailed the pany nor withstood their passage； and yet steadily fear grew on the
Dwarf as he went on： most of all because he knew now that there could be no turning back； all the
paths behind were thronged by an unseen host that followed in the dark。
So time unreckoned passed； until Gimli saw a sight that he was ever afterwards loth to recall。
The road was wide； as far as he could judge； but now the pany came suddenly into a great
empty space； and there were no longer any walls upon either side。 The dread was so heavy on him
that he could hardly walk。 Away to the left something glittered in the gloom as Aragorn's torch
drew near。 Then Aragorn halted and went to look what it might be。
'Does he feel no fear？' muttered the Dwarf。 'In any other cave Gimli Glóin's son would have
been the first to run to the gleam of gold。 But not here！ Let it lie！'
Nonetheless he drew near； and saw Aragorn kneeling； while Elladan held aloft both torches。
Before him were the bones of a mighty man。 He had been clad in mail； and still his harness lay
there whole； for the cavern's air was as dry as dust； and his hauberk was gilded。 His belt was of
gold and garnets； and rich with gold was the helm upon his bony head face downward on the floor。
He had fallen near the far wall of the cave； as now could be seen； and before him stood a stony door
closed fast： his finger…bones were still clawing at the cracks。 A notched and broken sword lay by
him； as if he had hewn at the rock in his last despair。
Aragorn did not touch him； but after gazing silently for a while he rose and sighed。 'Hither shall
the flowers of _simbelmyn？_ e never unto world's end；' he murmured。 'Nine mounds and seven
there are now green with grass； and through all the long years he has lain at the door that he could
not unlock。 Whither does it lead？ Why would he pass？ None shall ever know！
'For that is not my errand！' he cried； turning back and speaking to the whispering darkness
behind。 'Keep your hoards and your secrets hidden in the Accursed Years！ Speed only we ask。 Let
us pass； and then e！ I summon you to the Stone of Erech！'
There was no answer； unless it were an utter silence more dreadful than the whispers before； and
then a chill blast came in which the torches flickered and went out； and could not be rekindled。 Of
the time that followed； one hour or many； Gimli remembered little。 The others pressed on； but he
was ever hindmost； pursued by a groping horror that seemed always just about to seize him； and a
rumour came after him like the shadow…sound of many feet。 He stumbled on until he was crawling
like a beast on the ground and felt that he could endure no more： he must either find an ending and
escape or run back in madness to meet the following fear。
Suddenly he heard the tinkle of water； a sound hard and clear as a stone falling into a dream of
dark shadow。 Light grew； and lo！ the pany passed through another gateway； high…arched and
broad； and a rill ran out beside them； and beyond； going steeply down； was a road between sheer
cliffs； knife…edged against the sky far above。 So deep and narrow was that chasm that the sky was
dark； and in it small stars glinted。 Yet as Gimli after learned it was still two hours ere sunset of the
day on which they had set out from Dunharrow； though for all that he could then tell it might have
been twilight in some later year； or in some other world。
The pany now mounted again； and Gimli returned to Legolas。 They rode in file； and
evening came on and a deep blue dusk； and still fear pursued them。 Legolas turning to speak to
Gimli looked back and the Dwarf saw before his face the glitter in the Elf's bright eyes。 Behind
them rode Elladan； last of the pany； but not the last of those that took the downward road。
'The Dead are following；' said Legolas。 'I see shapes of Men and of horses； and pale banners like
shreds of cloud； and spears like winter…thickets on a misty night。 The Dead are following。'
'Yes； the Dead ride behind。 They have been summoned；' said Elladan。
The pany came at last out of the ravine； as suddenly as it they had issued from a crack in a
wall； and there lay the uplands of a great vale before them； a