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The
hills
drew
nearer
.
They
made
an
undulating
ridge
,
often
rising
almost
to
a
thousand
feet
,
and
here
and
there
falling
again
to
low
clefts
or
passes
leading
into
the
eastern
land
beyond
.
Along
the
crest
of
the
ridge
the
hobbits
could
see
what
looked
to
be
the
remains
of
green-grown
walls
and
dikes
,
and
in
the
clefts
there
still
stood
the
ruins
of
old
works
of
stone
.
By
night
they
had
reached
the
feet
of
the
westward
slopes
,
and
there
they
camped
.
It
was
the
night
of
the
fifth
of
October
,
and
they
were
six
days
out
from
Bree
.
In
the
morning
they
found
,
for
the
first
time
since
they
had
left
the
Chetwood
,
a
track
plain
to
see
.
They
turned
right
and
followed
it
southwards
.
It
ran
cunningly
,
taking
a
line
that
seemed
chosen
so
as
to
keep
as
much
hidden
as
possible
from
the
view
,
both
of
the
hill-tops
above
and
of
the
flats
to
the
west
.
It
dived
into
dells
,
and
hugged
steep
banks
;
and
where
it
passed
over
flatter
and
more
open
ground
on
either
side
of
it
there
were
lines
of
large
boulders
and
hewn
stones
that
screened
the
travellers
almost
like
a
hedge
.
'
I
wonder
who
made
this
path
,
and
what
for
,
'
said
Merry
,
as
they
walked
along
one
of
these
avenues
,
where
the
stones
were
unusually
large
and
closely
set
.
'
I
am
not
sure
that
I
like
it
:
it
has
a
--
well
,
rather
a
barrow-wightish
look
.
Is
there
any
barrow
on
Weathertop
?
'
'
No
.
There
is
no
barrow
on
Weathertop
,
nor
on
any
of
these
hills
,
'
answered
Strider
.
'
The
Men
of
the
West
did
not
live
here
;
though
in
their
latter
days
they
defended
the
hills
for
a
while
against
the
evil
that
came
out
of
Angmar
.
This
path
was
made
to
serve
the
forts
along
the
walls
.
But
long
before
,
in
the
first
days
of
the
North
Kingdom
,
they
built
a
great
watch-tower
on
Weathertop
,
Amon
Sûl
they
called
it
.
It
was
burned
and
broken
,
and
nothing
remains
of
it
now
but
a
tumbled
ring
,
like
a
rough
crown
on
the
old
hill
's
head
.
Yet
once
it
was
tall
and
fair
.
It
is
told
that
Elendil
stood
there
watching
for
the
coming
of
Gil-galad
out
of
the
West
,
in
the
days
of
the
Last
Alliance
.
'
The
hobbits
gazed
at
Strider
.
It
seemed
that
he
was
learned
in
old
lore
,
as
well
as
in
the
ways
of
the
wild
.
'
Who
was
Gil-galad
?
'
asked
Merry
;
but
Strider
did
not
answer
,
and
seemed
to
be
lost
in
thought
.
Suddenly
a
low
voice
murmured
:
Gil-galad
was
an
Elven-king
.
Of
him
the
harpers
sadly
sing
:
the
last
whose
realm
was
fair
and
free
