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This is gimli, son of gléin, and Legolas of the woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan and of théoden, your king. Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe. Not even his own kin. Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king... And claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished. The white wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say... As an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere, his spies slip past our nets. We are no spies. We track a party of uruk-hai westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends capfive. The uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night. But there were two hobbits. Did you see two hobbits with them? They would be small. Only children to your eyes. We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them. Dead? I am sorry. Hasufel! Arod! May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell. Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands.