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He
fell
silent
again
;
but
Frodo
could
not
help
asking
one
more
question
:
the
one
he
most
desired
to
have
answered
.
"
Tell
us
,
Master
,
"
he
said
,
'
about
the
Wilow-man
.
What
is
he
?
I
have
never
heard
of
him
before
.
"
"
No
,
do
n't
!
"
said
Merry
and
Pippin
together
,
sitting
suddenly
upright
.
"
Not
now
!
Not
until
the
morning
!
"
"
That
is
right
!
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
Now
is
the
time
for
resting
.
Some
things
are
ill
to
hear
when
the
world
's
in
shadow
.
Sleep
till
the
morning-light
,
rest
on
the
pilow
!
Heed
no
nightly
noise
!
Fear
no
grey
wilow
!
"
And
with
that
he
took
down
the
lamp
and
blew
it
out
,
and
grasping
a
candle
in
either
hand
he
led
them
out
of
the
room
.
Their
mattresses
and
pilows
were
soft
as
down
,
and
the
blankets
were
of
white
wool
.
They
had
hardly
laid
themselves
on
the
deep
beds
and
drawn
the
light
covers
over
them
before
they
were
asleep
.
In
the
dead
night
,
Frodo
lay
in
a
dream
without
light
.
Then
he
saw
the
young
moon
rising
;
under
its
thin
light
there
loomed
before
him
a
black
wall
of
rock
,
pierced
by
a
dark
arch
like
a
great
gate
.
It
seemed
to
Frodo
that
he
was
lifted
up
,
and
passing
over
he
saw
that
the
rock-wall
was
a
circle
of
hils
,
and
that
within
it
was
a
plain
,
and
in
the
midst
of
the
plain
stood
a
pinnacle
of
stone
,
like
a
vast
tower
but
not
made
by
hands
.
On
its
top
stood
the
figure
of
a
man
.
The
moon
as
it
rose
seemed
to
hang
for
a
moment
above
his
head
and
glistened
in
his
white
hair
as
the
wind
stirred
it
.
Up
from
the
dark
plain
below
came
the
crying
of
fell
voices
,
and
the
howling
of
many
wolves
.
Suddenly
a
shadow
,
like
the
shape
of
great
wings
,
passed
across
the
moon
.
The
figure
lifted
his
arms
and
a
light
flashed
from
the
staff
that
he
wielded
.
A
mighty
eagle
swept
down
and
bore
him
away
.
The
voices
wailed
and
the
wolves
yammered
.
There
was
a
noise
like
a
strong
wind
blowing
,
and
on
it
was
borne
the
sound
of
hoofs
,
galoping
,
galoping
,
galoping
from
the
East
.
"
Black
Riders
!
"
thought
Frodo
as
he
wakened
,
with
the
sound
of
the
hoofs
still
echoing
in
his
mind
.
He
wondered
if
he
would
ever
again
have
the
courage
to
leave
the
safety
of
these
stone
wals
.
He
lay
motionless
,
still
listening
;
but
all
was
now
silent
,
and
at
last
he
turned
and
fell
asleep
again
or
wandered
into
some
other
unremembered
dream
.
At
his
side
Pippin
lay
dreaming
pleasantly
;
but
a
change
came
over
his
dreams
and
he
turned
and
groaned
.
Suddenly
he
woke
,
or
thought
he
had
waked
,
and
yet
still
heard
in
the
darkness
the
sound
that
had
disturbed
his
dream
:
tip-tap
,
squeak
:
the
noise
was
like
branches
fretting
in
the
wind
,
twig-fingers
scraping
wall
and
window
:
creak
,
creak
,
creak
.
He
wondered
if
there
were
wilow-trees
close
to
the
house
;
and
then
suddenly
he
had
a
dreadful
feeling
that
he
was
not
in
an
ordinary
house
at
al
,
but
inside
the
wilow
and
listening
to
that
horrible
dry
creaking
voice
laughing
at
him
again
.
He
sat
up
,
and
felt
the
soft
pilows
yield
to
his
hands
,
and
he
lay
down
again
relieved
.
He
seemed
to
hear
the
echo
of
words
in
his
ears
:
"
Fear
nothing
!
Have
peace
until
the
morning
!
Heed
no
nightly
noises
!
"
Then
he
went
to
sleep
again
.
