Turning
back they saw across the River the far hills kindled. Day leaped into the sky.
The red rim of the sun rose over the shoulders of the dark land. Before them in
the West the world lay still, formless and grey; but even as they looked, the
shadows of night melted, the colours of the waking earth returned: green flowed
over the wide meads of Rohan; the white mists shimmered in the water-vales; and
far off to the left, thirty leagues or more, blue and purple stood the White
Mountains, rising into peaks of jet, tipped with glimmering snows, flushed with
the rose of morning.
THE
TWO TOWERS
(BOOK
THREE, Chapter 2: The Riders of Rohan)
J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
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