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They
took
a
deep
draught
of
the
air
,
and
felt
that
a
skip
and
a
few
stout
strides
would
bear
them
wherever
they
wished
.
It
seemed
fainthearted
to
go
jogging
aside
over
the
crumpled
skirts
of
the
downs
towards
the
Road
,
when
they
should
be
leaping
,
as
lusty
as
Tom
,
over
the
stepping
stones
of
the
hills
straight
towards
the
Mountains
.
Goldberry
spoke
to
them
and
recalled
their
eyes
and
thoughts
.
'
Speed
now
,
fair
guests
!
'
she
said
.
'
And
hold
to
your
purpose
!
North
with
the
wind
in
the
left
eye
and
a
blessing
on
your
footsteps
!
Make
haste
while
the
Sun
shines
!
'
And
to
Frodo
she
said
:
'
Farewell
,
Elf-friend
,
it
was
a
merry
meeting
!
'
But
Frodo
found
no
words
to
answer
.
He
bowed
low
,
and
mounted
his
pony
,
and
followed
by
his
friends
jogged
slowly
down
the
gentle
slope
behind
the
hill
.
Tom
Bombadil
's
house
and
the
valley
,
and
the
Forest
were
lost
to
view
.
The
air
grew
warmer
between
the
green
walls
of
hillside
and
hillside
,
and
the
scent
of
turf
rose
strong
and
sweet
as
they
breathed
.
Turning
back
,
when
they
reached
the
bottom
of
the
green
hollow
,
they
saw
Goldberry
,
now
small
and
slender
like
a
sunlit
flower
against
the
sky
:
she
was
standing
still
watching
them
,
and
her
hands
were
stretched
out
towards
them
.
As
they
looked
she
gave
a
clear
call
,
and
lifting
up
her
hand
she
turned
and
vanished
behind
the
hill
.
Their
way
wound
along
the
floor
of
the
hollow
,
and
round
the
green
feet
of
a
steep
hill
into
another
deeper
and
broader
valley
,
and
then
over
the
shoulders
of
further
hills
,
and
down
their
long
limbs
,
and
up
their
smooth
sides
again
,
up
on
to
new
hill-tops
and
down
into
new
valleys
.
There
was
no
tree
nor
any
visible
water
:
it
was
a
country
of
grass
and
short
springy
turf
,
silent
except
for
the
whisper
of
the
air
over
the
edges
of
the
land
,
and
high
lonely
cries
of
strange
birds
.
As
they
journeyed
the
sun
mounted
,
and
grew
hot
.
Each
time
they
climbed
a
ridge
the
breeze
seemed
to
have
grown
less
.
When
they
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
country
westward
the
distant
Forest
seemed
to
be
smoking
,
as
if
the
fallen
rain
was
steaming
up
again
from
leaf
and
root
and
mould
.
A
shadow
now
lay
round
the
edge
of
sight
,
a
dark
haze
above
which
the
upper
sky
was
like
a
blue
cap
,
hot
and
heavy
.
About
mid-day
they
came
to
a
hill
whose
top
was
wide
and
flattened
,
like
a
shallow
saucer
with
a
green
mounded
rim
.
Inside
there
was
no
air
stirring
,
and
the
sky
seemed
near
their
heads
.
They
rode
across
and
looked
northwards
.
Then
their
hearts
rose
;
for
it
seemed
plain
that
they
had
come
further
already
than
they
had
expected
.
Certainly
the
distances
had
now
all
become
hazy
and
deceptive
,
but
there
could
be
no
doubt
that
the
Downs
were
coming
to
an
end
.
A
long
valley
lay
below
them
winding
away
northwards
,
until
it
came
to
an
opening
between
two
steep
shoulders
.
Beyond
,
there
seemed
to
be
no
more
hills
.
Due
north
they
faintly
glimpsed
a
long
dark
line
.
'
That
is
a
line
of
trees
,
'
said
Merry
,
'
and
that
must
mark
the
Road
.
All
along
it
for
many
leagues
east
of
the
Bridge
there
are
trees
growing
.
Some
say
they
were
planted
in
the
old
days
.
'
'
Splendid
!
'
said
Frodo
.
'
If
we
make
as
good
going
this
afternoon
as
we
have
done
this
morning
,
we
shall
have
left
the
Downs
before
the
Sun
sets
and
be
jogging
on
in
search
of
a
camping
place
.
'
But
even
as
he
spoke
he
turned
his
glance
eastwards
,
and
he
saw
that
on
that
side
the
hills
were
higher
and
looked
down
upon
them
;
and
all
those
hills
were
crowned
with
green
mounds
,
and
on
some
were
standing
stones
,
pointing
upwards
like
jagged
teeth
out
of
green
gums
.
That
view
was
somehow
disquieting
;
so
they
turned
from
the
sight
and
went
down
into
the
hollow
circle
.
In
the
midst
of
it
there
stood
a
single
stone
,
standing
tall
under
the
sun
above
,
and
at
this
hour
casting
no
shadow
.
It
was
shapeless
and
yet
significant
:
like
a
landmark
,
or
a
guarding
finger
,
or
more
like
a
warning
.
But
they
were
now
hungry
,
and
the
sun
was
still
at
the
fearless
noon
;
so
they
set
their
backs
against
the
east
side
of
the
stone
.
It
was
cool
,
as
if
the
sun
had
had
no
power
to
warm
it
;
but
at
that
time
this
seemed
pleasant
.
There
they
took
food
and
drink
,
and
made
as
good
a
noon-meal
under
the
open
sky
as
anyone
could
wish
;
for
the
food
came
from
'
down
under
Hill
'
.
Tom
had
provided
them
with
plenty
for
the
comfort
of
the
day
.
Their
ponies
unburdened
strayed
upon
the
grass
.
