Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his
veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the
Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. His golden shield
was uncovered, and lo! it shone like an image of the Sun, and the grass flamed
into green about the white feet of his steed. For morning came, morning and a
wind from the sea; and the darkness was removed, and the hosts of Mordor
wailed, and terror took them, and they fled, and died, and the hoofs of wrath
rode over them. And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang
as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their
singing that was fair and terrible came even to the City.