|2004/12/22(Wed) 17:19:11 編集(投稿者)|
The beacons of Minas Tirith!
The beacons are lit!
Gondor calls for aid.
And Rohan will answer.
Muster the Rohirrim.
Assemble the army at Dunharrow.
As many men as can be found. You have two days.
On the third, we ride for Gondor and war.
-Very good, sir.
Make haste across the Riddermark.
Summon every able-bodied man to Dunharrow.
Will you ride with us?
Just to the encampment.
It's tradition for the women of the court to farewell the men.
The men have found their captain.
They will folllow you into battle, even to death.
You have given us hope.
I have a sword.
Please accept it.
I offer you my service, Theoden King.
And gladly I accept it.
You shall be Meriadoc, esquire of Rohan.
I wish I could muster a legion of Dwarves, fully armed and filthy.
Your kinsmen may have no need to ride to war.
I fear war already marches on their own lands.
So it is before the walls of Minas Tirith...
...the doom of out rime will be decided.
Now is the hour. Riders of Rohan, oaths you have taken.
Now, fulfill them all. To lord and land!