The Two Towers (The Lord of the Rings, #2)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

‘Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall,’

there was a silence that did not seem to be the quiet of peace.

‘It is a red dawn. Strange things await us by the eaves of the forest. Good or evil, I do not know; but we are called. Awake!’

‘What news from the North, Riders of Rohan?’

Gimli rose and planted his feet firmly apart: his hand gripped the handle of his axe, and his dark eyes flashed. ‘Give me your name, horse-master, and I will give you mine,

‘I would cut off your head, beard and all, Master Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground,’ said Éomer. ‘He stands not alone,’ said Legolas, bending his bow and fitting an arrow with hands that moved quicker than sight. ‘You would die before your stroke fell.’