Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden!
spear shall be shaken, shield shall be splintered,
a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises!
Ride now, ride now, ride! Ride for ruin and the world’s ending!
Just imagine it.
You’re in the front line of the King’s Company, facing down more orcs than you’ve ever seen while Gondor burns. You’ve probably got a family back home that you will likely never see again. Your mount keeps bucking beneath you and shifting, its anxious cries twisting with those around you. You can’t distinguish friends amidst the mass of Riders surrounding you. Then suddenly, Theoden’s sword hits your spear as he rides down the line and you’re snapping back to attention. You may not make it back to your family, but this is for them either way. If Gondor is lost, then they’ll be next. You face almost certain death and the horns blare in your ear. Then you move. Slow at first before you can get into a gallop. Your King is beside you, and the orcs are coming closer and closer, and still you know Death is on your side.
Then you ride for ruin, and the world’s ending.