No parent should have to bury their child.
Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end, as to be worthy of remembrance.
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword day, a red day… ere the sun rises!
So much death. What can Men do against such reckless hate?
Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds, awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas![to Aragorn]
