What does Théoden say before the charge?
“Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!” is a rallying cry spoken by Théoden to the Riders of Rohan. Variations of it appear when he is first restored by Gandalf, and later preceding their charge into the Battle of the Pelennor Fields.
Did Faramir and Eowyn marry?
After the demise of Sauron, Éowyn and Faramir marry and settle in Ithilien, of which Faramir is made the ruling Prince by Aragorn.
Who killed Théoden’s son?
Amidst the battle Théodred was slain by an Orc-man and his body was defended by the marshal Grimbold.
Who poisoned the King of Rohan?
One of the last Hunt for the Ring manuscripts says Wormtongue has “great influence over the king”, who is “enthralled by his counsel”. In Unfinished Tales, it is further implied that the failure of the king’s health was “… induced or increased by subtle poisons, administered by Gríma”.
Why do the riders of Rohan yell death?
I like to imagine he’s being revealed as one of the Faithful, remembering that Death is the Gift of Men–righteously shouting to the orcs (and the Nazgûl) that any harm that comes to them means nothing because they will pass into another world.
How many riders of Rohan were there?
There is a definite figure for the army of the Rohirrim that came to Gondor’s defence; it consisted of 6,000 riders, and a full 2,000 were killed in the battle, including Théoden.
How did Theoden get possessed?
In The Two Towers, Théoden is initially outright possessed by Saruman, in a deviation from the books. While under Saruman’s spell, Théoden appears extremely aged, with grey hair and glassy eyes, and is unwilling to defend Rohan from the Dunlendings and Uruk-hai pillaging the Westfold.
Is Wormtongue a wizard?
While it’s true that Wormtongue is not really a wizard, there are clearly things about him that point to him having some connection to dark magic. As the spy and agent of Saruman, he was up close to all of Saruman’s wizardry, and he was often used to help aid in this.
What does Grima say to Eowyn?
“Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?
