Day 53: An army marches on its stomach

elena_tiriel gave me the following quote:

On into the shadow they rode. [...] And as they rode rumour came of war in the North. Lone men, riding wild, brought word of foes assailing their east-borders, of orc-hosts marching in the Wold of Rohan.

'Ride on! Ride on!' cried Éomer. 'Too late now to turn aside. The fens of Entwash must guard our flank. Haste now we need. Ride on!'

The Return of the King, LoTR Book 5, Ch 3, The Muster of Rohan

I was wondering why those orcs didn't press on to Edoras....

Day 53

An army marches on its stomach

Stinkin' miles we marched. Night after night double pace, so the dung-filth lurkin' in the woods wouldn't catch wind o' us afore we was past.

Horse-meat and Man-flesh the captains promised us. Sweet an' juicy an' fresh.

An' what did we find? A whole load o' stinkin' nuthin'. The stinkin' horse boys were all run away.

The captains wanted us to go on, but there weren't no stinkin' point. All we'd find would be more stinkin' grass, and no food and no fun. Better to sit down an' make our own fun, with no stinkin' captains to tell us different....