They topped the the rise and halted, taking in their destination.
Even from this distance, the four travellers could see that the city bustled with activity, though only Legolas could make out more than a general, busy movement. “Within there rise the roofs of houses,” he told the others, “and in the midst, a great Hall of men, the roof seemingly thatched with gold.”
“The Meduseld,” Gandalf supplied. “It is the golden hall of Théoden King, in the city of Edoras.”
“Edoras,” Aragorn repeated admiringly.
“Edoras," Legolas repeated respectfully.
“Edoras,” Gimli repeated loudly, snorting. “It’s only a model.”