Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor!
“He’s a calendar, that kid, he’s a clock, a great big stopwatch, staring me in the face. Cos he gets older. That’s all he can do. Do you know what that means? I’m getting older. Look at me, is that old? That’s not old. Can’t get rid of him, twenty years time he’ll still be there. Mind you they don’t always live, meningitis - that’s a good one!”