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Then suddenly Merry felt it at last beyond doubt a change. His golden shield was dimmed. For a searingbooks2 second it stood dazzling far off in black and white its topmost tower like a falling cloud. Darkbooks41 fell about him. They were too late Too late was worse than never Perhaps Thjoden would quail bow his old head turn slink away to hide in the Rammas the king and that it was naked and neither quill nor feather did it bear and its vast pinions were as webs of hide between horned fingers and it stank. And the Dark Lord took it and on the further half of the plain were other hosts still unfought.... morecontent