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If
he
comes
this
way
at
all
,
he
may
not
pass
through
Bree
,
and
so
he
may
not
know
what
we
are
doing
.
And
anyway
,
unless
by
luck
we
arrive
almost
together
,
we
shall
miss
one
another
;
it
will
not
be
safe
for
him
or
for
us
to
wait
there
long
.
If
the
Riders
fail
to
find
us
in
the
wilderness
,
they
are
likely
to
make
for
Weathertop
themselves
.
It
commands
a
wide
view
all
round
.
Indeed
,
there
are
many
birds
and
beasts
in
this
country
that
could
see
us
,
as
we
stand
here
,
from
that
hill-top
.
Not
all
the
birds
are
to
be
trusted
,
and
there
are
other
spies
more
evil
than
they
are
.
'
The
hobbits
looked
anxiously
at
the
distant
hills
.
Sam
looked
up
into
the
pale
sky
,
fearing
to
see
hawks
or
eagles
hovering
over
them
with
bright
unfriendly
eyes
.
'
You
do
make
me
feel
uncomfortable
and
lonesome
,
Strider
!
'
he
said
.
'
What
do
you
advise
us
to
do
?
'
asked
Frodo
.
'
I
think
,
'
answered
Strider
slowly
,
as
if
he
was
not
quite
sure
,
'
I
think
the
best
thing
is
to
go
as
straight
eastward
from
here
as
we
can
,
to
make
for
the
line
of
hills
,
not
for
Weathertop
.
There
we
can
strike
a
path
I
know
that
runs
at
their
feet
;
it
will
bring
us
to
Weathertop
from
the
north
and
less
openly
.
Then
we
shall
see
what
we
shall
see
.
'
All
that
day
they
plodded
along
,
until
the
cold
and
early
evening
came
down
.
The
land
became
drier
and
more
barren
;
but
mists
and
vapours
lay
behind
them
on
the
marshes
.
A
few
melancholy
birds
were
piping
and
wailing
,
until
the
round
red
sun
sank
slowly
into
the
western
shadows
;
then
an
empty
silence
fell
.
The
hobbits
thought
of
the
soft
light
of
sunset
glancing
through
the
cheerful
windows
of
Bag
End
far
away
.
At
the
day
's
end
they
came
to
a
stream
that
wandered
down
from
the
hills
to
lose
itself
in
the
stagnant
marshland
,
and
they
went
up
along
its
banks
while
the
light
lasted
.
It
was
already
night
when
at
last
they
halted
and
made
their
camp
under
some
stunted
alder-trees
by
the
shores
of
the
stream
.
Ahead
there
loomed
now
against
the
dusky
sky
the
bleak
and
treeless
backs
of
the
hills
.
That
night
they
set
a
watch
,
and
Strider
,
it
seemed
,
did
not
sleep
at
all
.
The
moon
was
waxing
,
and
in
the
early
night-hours
a
cold
grey
light
lay
on
the
land
.
Next
morning
they
set
out
again
soon
after
sunrise
.
There
was
a
frost
in
the
air
,
and
the
sky
was
a
pale
clear
blue
.
The
hobbits
felt
refreshed
,
as
if
they
had
had
a
night
of
unbroken
sleep
.
Already
they
were
getting
used
to
much
walking
on
short
commons
--
shorter
at
any
rate
than
what
in
the
Shire
they
would
have
thought
barely
enough
to
keep
them
on
their
legs
.
Pippin
declared
that
Frodo
was
looking
twice
the
hobbit
that
he
had
been
.
'
Very
odd
,
'
said
Frodo
,
tightening
his
belt
,
'
considering
that
there
is
actually
a
good
deal
less
of
me
.
I
hope
the
thinning
process
will
not
go
on
indefinitely
,
or
I
shall
become
a
wraith
.
'
'
Do
not
speak
of
such
things
!
'
said
Strider
quickly
,
and
with
surprising
earnestness
.
