Wouldn’t want to insult the eyes of Moorewatch elves otherwise accustomed to seeing Sean Che flitting ‘neath the canopy of Lorien speaking in wise and soothing truths reminiscent of their king The Bono.
The Riders gazed up at Théoden like men startled out of a dream. Harsh as an old raven’s their master’s voice sounded in their ears after the music of Saruman.
