towers

helm’s deep 707
turning from fear to fear. Again the horn sounded from the
tower. Down through the breach of the Dike charged the
king’s company. Down from the hills leaped Erkenbrand,
lord of Westfold. Down leaped Shadowfax, like a deer that
runs surefooted in the mountains. The White Rider was upon
them, and the terror of his coming filled the enemy with
madness. The wild men fell on their faces before him. The
Orcs reeled and screamed and cast aside both sword and
spear. Like a black smoke driven by a mounting wind they
fled. Wailing they passed under the waiting shadow of the
trees; and from that shadow none ever came again.