Lotr

"Let them come," he said. "There are still brave men in this broken land."

The younger man hesitated. "I believe in orcs, and in the treachery of Haradrim. I believe in walls and spear-points." "Let them come," he said

"And yet," Boromir turned from the river, and his face was the face of a man who has glimpsed a crack in the world, "something hunts us that does not hunger for meat or gold. It hungers for the sound of a horn that does not answer. For the name of a king that no one sings anymore." I believe in walls and spear-points

The sound ripped through the fog, bold and bright and utterly, magnificently defiant. Behind him, a hundred tired men lifted their spears. Before him, the hooded shape on the far shore turned its head slowly, as though noticing a fly that had chosen to sting a giant. Behind him, a hundred tired men lifted their spears