It feels as if I have been on this wall for months, watching my companions fall.
All around lie men who were my friends, men who were my rivals, men whose names I do not know. Alive, dead, dying, crying out in pain and fear. One may be me; I cannot tell.
I hear distant harmony, and dread chills my heart. To hear such in the midst of battle – surely I am on the edge of madness.
But no – the others hear it.
Singing. Fierce, powerful, defiant.
A great shout arises.
We are suddenly given new hope.
Rohan has come!