We continue to ride, leaving the forest and Helm’s Deep behind. Gandalf lets Théoden know that the ents are fighting against evil just like the people of Rohan are. They all must conquer the evil of Sauron, though his wrongdoings cannot be undone.
And they ride on. As the sun sets, and darkness deepens, the sky to the west (by Isengard) still glows red. Birds picking at the remnants of battle circle above the Fords of Isen, where a battle raged not too long ago. Théoden’s son and heir fell here, and the people grow downcast as they come to the crossing.
Oof, this is hard. They’ve all just made it out of the horror of Helm’s Deep, and now they’re going to walk right through where the worst fighting had been previously. Those birds are having their go at the bodies, and I hope they’re just finding orcs. The Rohirrim seem to be good at piling and burning or burying their dead. Although, if the battle were horrific enough, maybe no men remained to do so. They could very well have retreated as quickly as possible.
So, who wants to take a stroll around here?
And that red glow in the distance has to be the sacking of Isengard. Something’s going on, anyway. The sky just doesn’t generally glow red unless something big is going on. That’s basically the “Hey! That thing you’re looking at has something important happening at it!” signal.
It’s just about as good as the Bat-Signal. Better, even. I’d like to see Batman respond to every red glow. He’d never be able to do that, and that’s a challenge.
“The riders looked down upon the crossings,…”