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Your memory deceives you.
"They have not returned," said Legolas. "It will be a weary walk!"
"I shall not walk. Time presses," said Gandalf. Then lifting up his head he gave a long whistle. So clear and piercing was the note that the others stood amazed to hear such a sound come from those old bearded lips. Three times he whistled, and then faint and far off it seemed to them that they heard the whinny of a horse borne up from the plains upon the eastern wind. They waited wondering. Before long there came the sound of hoofs, at first hardly more than a tremor of the ground perceptible only to Aragorn as he lay upon the grass, then growing steadily louder and clearer to a quick beat.
"There is more than one horse coming," said Aragorn.
"Certainly," said Gandalf. "We are too great a burden for one."
"There are three," said Legolas, gazing out over the plain. "See how they run! There is Hasufel, and there is my friend Arod beside him! But there is another that strides ahead: a very great horse. I have not seen his like before."
"Nor will you again," said Gandalf. "That is Shadowfax. He is the chief of the Mearas, lords of horses, and not even Theoden, King of Rohan has ever looked on a better. Does he not shine like silver, and run as smoothly as a swift stream? He has come for me: the horse of the White Rider. We are going to battle together."
Even as the old wizard spike, the great horse came striding up the slope towards them; his coat was glistening and his mane flowing in the wind of his speed. The two others followed, now far behind. As soon as Shadowfax saw Gandalf, he checked his pace and whinnied loudly; then trotting gently forward he stooped his proud head and nuzzled his great nostrils against the old man's neck.
Gandalf caressed him. "It is a long way from Rivendell, my friend," he said; "but you are wise and swift and come at need. Far let us ride now together, and part not in this world again!"
-- The Two Towers, J.R.R. Tolkien, Book 3, Chapter 9: The White Rider.
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mmu1 said:
Huh? Tolkien certainly doesn't have horses showing up at convenient moments, as far as I remember... What's in the movie is another matter, and the way Shadowfax is introduced there most certainly is bad writing.![]()
Your memory deceives you.
"They have not returned," said Legolas. "It will be a weary walk!"
"I shall not walk. Time presses," said Gandalf. Then lifting up his head he gave a long whistle. So clear and piercing was the note that the others stood amazed to hear such a sound come from those old bearded lips. Three times he whistled, and then faint and far off it seemed to them that they heard the whinny of a horse borne up from the plains upon the eastern wind. They waited wondering. Before long there came the sound of hoofs, at first hardly more than a tremor of the ground perceptible only to Aragorn as he lay upon the grass, then growing steadily louder and clearer to a quick beat.
"There is more than one horse coming," said Aragorn.
"Certainly," said Gandalf. "We are too great a burden for one."
"There are three," said Legolas, gazing out over the plain. "See how they run! There is Hasufel, and there is my friend Arod beside him! But there is another that strides ahead: a very great horse. I have not seen his like before."
"Nor will you again," said Gandalf. "That is Shadowfax. He is the chief of the Mearas, lords of horses, and not even Theoden, King of Rohan has ever looked on a better. Does he not shine like silver, and run as smoothly as a swift stream? He has come for me: the horse of the White Rider. We are going to battle together."
Even as the old wizard spike, the great horse came striding up the slope towards them; his coat was glistening and his mane flowing in the wind of his speed. The two others followed, now far behind. As soon as Shadowfax saw Gandalf, he checked his pace and whinnied loudly; then trotting gently forward he stooped his proud head and nuzzled his great nostrils against the old man's neck.
Gandalf caressed him. "It is a long way from Rivendell, my friend," he said; "but you are wise and swift and come at need. Far let us ride now together, and part not in this world again!"
-- The Two Towers, J.R.R. Tolkien, Book 3, Chapter 9: The White Rider.
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