"...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."
"So ended the Emyn Muil, and the green plains of the Rohirrim stretched away before
them to the edge of sight."
"At the bottom they came with a strange suddenness on the grass of Rohan. It swelled
like a green sea up to the very foot of the Emyn Muil. The falling stream vanished
into a deep growth of cresses and water-plants, and they could hear it tinkling away
in green tunnels, down long gentle slopes towards the fens of Entwash Vale far away."
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