for ðon hé wæs scea hé fæx wæs ford ealra mé du and hé fæx hlá
by Howard Shore, feat. Ben del Maestro
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gandalf and eomer leading the rohirrim charge to helm’s deep...chills every time my dudes
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The creak of his riding gloves seemed to accurately empathise with Theodred’s manner and mood. The sharp dynamic stride and scowl he brought throughout the Golden Hall was all creaking tension, his scout captain jogging along beside him as he growled his frustrations. Marhred, to his credit, was trying not to laugh as Theodred related the absurd disagreements and conflicts he had to field between the Thanes and Reeves of the Eastemnet, just to defend the Wold.
But he is stalled, and surprisingly easily, by first soft footpads and then a hand grasping at his own. And he had to stop! He had to nod Marhred away and he had to crouch, balancing on the balls of his feet to meet a very insistent gaze.
“Yes, I am back,” he rasped at her in a tone still too sharp and hard for a child, despite years of trying to soften it. Éowyn was becoming practiced at a sarcastic expression unnervingly quickly, but her small hands found his face, little thumbs running over his still present frown and the tension in his jaw. And it wrung a short chuckle out of him, even as his eyes closed.
“Still trying to tame me, hm?” He chuffed, her arms winding around his neck, “Well, perhaps I will allow it this time.” And, with that, he scooped her into his arms and went to find her brother.
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Busy typing away at the new story and my playlist decides to throw Forth Eorlingas at me. Cue me rewatching the scene on YT, gushing over Karl Urban, and in awe of my favorite scene in the entire trilogy. Howard Shore and Peter Jackson, what are you doing to me?!
Well, I have officially fallen back into the LOTR fandom
When trying to beat a red light, or avoid another idiot driver, I have started internally screaming “DEATH!!!!”
I’ve drunk so much coffee that I am actively vibrating and could at any moment ride for ruin and the world’s ending
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Forth Eorlingas! Source: https://ift.tt/3usScdn
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Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden!
Dire deeds awake: dark is it eastward.
Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded!
An Orc Story
Bolgo crouched down low, in the wind-blown tall grass. His pale, bone-white skin would stand out otherwise. And if he were to be caught alive, he could expect no quarter from his foes. His crimson eyes focused on the shapes on the horizon. Taller than men or the Eldar. Riders on horses, perhaps. He put his fingers to his scarred lips, looking to his companions. They followed his lead, hiding and pressing themselves against the ground. No Orch wanted to be a prisoner of men or Eldar.
The riders, for that was what they were, were coming closer. Bolgo gripped tightly the haft of his spear, and stayed stone-still. It was a weapon of wrought iron, black and grainy. Mordor-forged, perhaps. He could hear them now, the insufferable clanging of their barding and armor filling his ears. “Forth, Eorlingas!” The lead cried in a clarion voice. “Put your back into it!” Behind him, filed three others similarly equipped.
Rohirrim. Riders of the North. Bolgo looked to his best archer, a squat goblin named Pilg. A swift nod passed between the two, and Pilg notched an arrow. He whispered to his subordinate, in a low, rough voice. “I want you to take careful aim, snaga. Kill at least one of them, or their horses at least.”
Pilg let fly. The arrow speared straight towards the rearmost Rider of Rohan, slamming square into his chest. Bolgo winced as the man-thing groaned his last, but suppressed his pity. He bellowed a war-cry, emerging from the reeds, spear at the ready. Thrusting it towards the leader, he cursed in the master’s speech, as the horse reared backed.
His comrades were emerging from the grass now. His second, a fallow-skinned bull of an Orch named Amog, rushed forth. Wildly swinging his cleaver, Amog deftly dehorsed one of the riders, falling upon him with a great roar. His mailed fist slammed into the man-thing’s temple, sending him to his maker. His maker. Now there was a thought. What cruel god had made Man and Eldar? A god of harsh sunlight, perhaps.
His train of thought was interrupted by the hoofbeats of a nearby horse. Barreling towards Bolgo was one of the riders, loudly crying in his native man-tongue. It was too late to roll out of the way for him. He braced for the impact. Then, out of the blue, an arrow flew, stabbing into the eye of the rider’s mount. The horse crumpled, mere inches before him. Bolgo looked to his left, from whence the arrow had come. Pilg stood before him, a wicked smile on his green face.
Whipping his head around, Bolgo caught the rider with the butt of his spear, sending him to the ground. Turning the weapon, he jabbed into the foe’s chest and twisted it. Kicking and crying out, the man-thing struggled - but soon died. Withdrawing the spear, Bolgo looked over the scene before him. A grim silence pervaded all things, as it always did after a battle. Success or failure, it always did.
Horses laid broken on the ground, their riders dead, not far from them. They would eat well that night, but the ambush could’ve very well failed. It could’ve been the Orchoth of Isengard, not the Riders of Rohan, as the losers. He had to keep that in mind for the next time.
So last night I dreamed the battle of Minas Tirith. Everything’s pretty on point with the film’s take on it. The Riders of Rohan arrive and Theoden is giving his rousing speech as usual, except he has a spear and not a sword. That bit confused me since I was watching it like it was a film. I was not actually a part of the scene or anything.
It gets to the part where he’s chanting DEATH over and over and over, and everyone echoes him in support. And then he goes, “FORTH EORLINGAS!"
“HAAAAA!” (There is no music playing as I watch the scene unfold btw.)
And then Theoden readies his spear and launches it at the Orcs with a loud, “YEET!” The whole army follows with a loud chorus of, “YEET!”
I woke up laughing!
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Forth Eorlingas! by https://www.instagram.com/jennydolfenart/
"And as if in answer there came from far away another note. Horns, horns, horns, in dark Mindolluin's sides they dimly echoed. Great horns of the north wildly blowing. Rohan had come at last.”
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For no reason, a list if my favorite tracks from Jackson's LOTR and Hobbit movies-
.Sons of Durin
.Battle for the Mountain
.Forth Eorlingas/Theoden Rides Forth
.The Breaching of the Deeping Wall
.The Nazgul theme
.The Host of the Eldar
.Tauriel and Legolas' themes from the Hobbit.
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Ride for ruin, and the worlds ending! Death! Death! Death! Forth Eorlingas!
Top 5 lotr moments
1. Forth Eorlingas! - The Charge of the Rohirrim - that moment, the music, my goodness. The violin especially gives me frisson.
2. For Frodo - Aragorn with tears in his eyes. Love.
3. Aragorn opening the doors - what a moment. He Aragorned the door and none can do it better.
4. They have a cave troll - Boromir is so done.
5. THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD
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