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And thus, inflamed, wicked Sauron sent forth
the Ring-wraiths from the bounds of Mordor,
feared by all. And, flying over wide-spread
lands with the earth having been covered by
thick night, the wraiths seized the air or screamed
With whistling tongues.
The wraiths stood, enraged with fury, at the
Thresholds of the inn. Into the inn they went,
Slipping in the much blood of their enemies.
They stood over the marriage beds of the hobbits,
The eyes of whom had been plucked by peaceful
Sleep with the stars falling. Down they slashed,
And impaled the beds with deadly steel. But
Aragorn, girded with weapons, had surrounded
The hobbits with a thick cloud and carried them
Away to haven beneath a new roof. The wraiths
Screamed such a scream, miraculous to say, with
Bloody mouths. I shudder recalling. Aragorn,
sired by Arathorn looked on as the Hobbits awoke,
sacred, just as, when, wandering amongst the
the Gondorian Plains, a horseherd meets a warg,
the scream of which is piercing the night, and which,
with foamy mouth, snatches of a horse and devours
with a bite. Thus, truly, in fact, for the first time,
nevertheless, indeed, the one ring began.