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I
had
been
there
to
see
.
The
worthies
of
Bree
will
be
discussing
it
a
hundred
years
hence
.
'
'
I
hope
so
,
'
said
Strider
Then
they
all
fell
silent
,
and
one
by
one
the
hobbits
dropped
off
to
sleep
.
As
they
prepared
for
sleep
in
the
inn
at
Bree
,
darkness
lay
on
Buckland
;
a
mist
strayed
in
the
dells
and
along
the
river-bank
.
The
house
at
Crickhollow
stood
silent
.
Fatty
Bolger
opened
the
door
cautiously
and
peered
out
.
A
feeling
of
fear
had
been
growing
on
him
all
day
,
and
he
was
unable
to
rest
or
go
to
bed
:
there
was
a
brooding
threat
in
the
breathless
night-air
.
As
he
stared
out
into
the
gloom
,
a
black
shadow
moved
under
the
trees
;
the
gate
seemed
to
open
of
its
own
accord
and
close
again
without
a
sound
.
Terror
seized
him
.
He
shrank
back
,
and
for
a
moment
he
stood
trembling
in
the
hall
.
Then
he
shut
and
locked
the
door
.
The
night
deepened
.
There
came
the
soft
sound
of
horses
led
with
stealth
along
the
lane
.
Outside
the
gate
they
stopped
,
and
three
black
figures
entered
,
like
shades
of
night
creeping
across
the
ground
.
One
went
to
the
door
,
one
to
the
corner
of
the
house
on
either
side
;
and
there
they
stood
,
as
still
as
the
shadows
of
stones
,
while
night
went
slowly
on
.
The
house
and
the
quiet
trees
seemed
to
be
waiting
breathlessly
.
There
was
a
faint
stir
in
the
leaves
,
and
a
cock
crowed
far
away
.
The
cold
hour
before
dawn
was
passing
.
The
figure
by
the
door
moved
.
In
the
dark
without
moon
or
stars
a
drawn
blade
gleamed
,
as
if
a
chill
light
had
been
unsheathed
.
There
was
a
blow
,
soft
but
heavy
,
and
the
door
shuddered
.
'
Open
,
in
the
name
of
Mordor
!
'
said
a
voice
thin
and
menacing
.
At
a
second
blow
the
door
yielded
and
fell
back
,
with
timbers
burst
and
lock
broken
.
The
black
figures
passed
swiftly
in
.
At
that
moment
,
among
the
trees
nearby
,
a
horn
rang
out
.
It
rent
the
night
like
fire
on
a
hill-top
.
