Théoden
Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end as to be worthy of remembrance.
Aragorn
Send out riders, my lord. You must call for aid.
Théoden
And who will come? Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in our friends as you. The old alliances are dead.
Aragorn
Gondor will answer.
Théoden
Gondor?! Where was Gondor when the Westfold fell?! Where was Gondor when our enemies closed in around us?! Where was Gon—? No, my lord Aragorn. We are alone.
