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Riding
over
the
hills
,
and
eating
their
fill
,
the
warm
sun
and
the
scent
of
turf
,
lying
a
little
too
long
,
stretching
out
their
legs
and
looking
at
the
sky
above
their
noses
:
these
things
are
,
perhaps
,
enough
to
explain
what
happened
.
However
that
may
be
:
they
woke
suddenly
and
uncomfortably
from
a
sleep
they
had
never
meant
to
take
.
The
standing
stone
was
cold
,
and
it
cast
a
long
pale
shadow
that
stretched
eastward
over
them
.
The
sun
,
a
pale
and
watery
yellow
,
was
gleaming
through
the
mist
just
above
the
west
wall
of
the
hollow
in
which
they
lay
;
north
,
south
,
and
east
,
beyond
the
wall
the
fog
was
thick
,
cold
and
white
.
The
air
was
silent
,
heavy
and
chill
.
Their
ponies
were
standing
crowded
together
with
their
heads
down
.
The
hobbits
sprang
to
their
feet
in
alarm
,
and
ran
to
the
western
rim
.
They
found
that
they
were
upon
an
island
in
the
fog
.
Even
as
they
looked
out
in
dismay
towards
the
setting
sun
,
it
sank
before
their
eyes
into
a
white
sea
,
and
a
cold
grey
shadow
sprang
up
in
the
East
behind
.
The
fog
rolled
up
to
the
walls
and
rose
above
them
,
and
as
it
mounted
it
bent
over
their
heads
until
it
became
a
roof
:
they
were
shut
in
a
hall
of
mist
whose
central
pillar
was
the
standing
stone
.
They
felt
as
if
a
trap
was
closing
about
them
;
but
they
did
not
quite
lose
heart
.
They
still
remembered
the
hopeful
view
they
had
had
of
the
line
of
the
Road
ahead
,
and
they
still
knew
in
which
direction
it
lay
.
In
any
case
,
they
now
had
so
great
a
dislike
for
that
hollow
place
about
the
stone
that
no
thought
of
remaining
there
was
in
their
minds
.
They
packed
up
as
quickly
as
their
chilled
fingers
would
work
.
Soon
they
were
leading
their
ponies
in
single
file
over
the
rim
and
down
the
long
northward
slope
of
the
hill
,
down
into
a
foggy
sea
.
As
they
went
down
the
mist
became
colder
and
damper
,
and
their
hair
hung
lank
and
dripping
on
their
foreheads
.
When
they
reached
the
bottom
it
was
so
chill
that
they
halted
and
got
out
cloaks
and
hoods
,
which
soon
became
bedewed
with
grey
drops
.
Then
,
mounting
their
ponies
,
they
went
slowly
on
again
,
feeling
their
way
by
the
rise
and
fall
of
the
ground
.
They
were
steering
,
as
well
as
they
could
guess
,
for
the
gate-like
opening
at
the
far
northward
end
of
the
long
valley
which
they
had
seen
in
the
morning
.
Once
they
were
through
the
gap
,
they
had
only
to
keep
on
in
anything
like
a
straight
line
and
they
were
bound
in
the
end
to
strike
the
Road
.
Their
thoughts
did
not
go
beyond
that
,
except
for
a
vague
hope
that
perhaps
away
beyond
the
Downs
there
might
be
no
fog
.
Their
going
was
very
slow
.
To
prevent
their
getting
separated
and
wandering
in
different
directions
they
went
in
file
,
with
Frodo
leading
.
Sam
was
behind
him
,
and
after
him
came
Pippin
,
and
then
Merry
.
The
valley
seemed
to
stretch
on
endlessly
.
Suddenly
Frodo
saw
a
hopeful
sign
.
On
either
side
ahead
a
darkness
began
to
loom
through
the
mist
;
and
he
guessed
that
they
were
at
last
approaching
the
gap
in
the
hills
,
the
north-gate
of
the
Barrow-downs
.
If
they
could
pass
that
,
they
would
be
free
.
'
Come
on
!
Follow
me
!
'
he
called
back
over
his
shoulder
,
and
he
hurried
forward
.
But
his
hope
soon
changed
to
bewilderment
and
alarm
.
The
dark
patches
grew
darker
,
but
they
shrank
;
and
suddenly
he
saw
,
towering
ominous
before
him
and
leaning
slightly
towards
one
another
like
the
pillars
of
a
headless
door
,
two
huge
standing
stones
.
He
could
not
remember
having
seen
any
sign
of
these
in
the
valley
,
when
he
looked
out
from
the
hill
in
the
morning
.
He
had
passed
between
them
almost
before
he
was
aware
:
and
even
as
he
did
so
darkness
seemed
to
fall
round
him
.
His
pony
reared
and
snorted
,
and
he
fell
off
.
When
he
looked
back
he
found
that
he
was
alone
:
the
others
had
not
followed
him
.
'
Sam
!
'
he
called
.
'
Pippin
!
Merry
!
Come
along
!
Why
do
n't
you
keep
up
?
'
