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'
How
far
is
Rivendell
?
'
asked
Merry
,
gazing
round
wearily
.
The
world
looked
wild
and
wide
from
Weathertop
.
'
I
do
n't
know
if
the
Road
has
ever
been
measured
in
miles
beyond
the
Forsaken
Inn
,
a
day
's
journey
east
of
Bree
,
'
answered
Strider
.
'
Some
say
it
is
so
far
,
and
some
say
otherwise
.
It
is
a
strange
road
,
and
folk
are
glad
to
reach
their
journey
's
end
,
whether
the
time
is
long
or
short
.
But
I
know
how
long
it
would
take
me
on
my
own
feet
,
with
fair
weather
and
no
ill
fortune
:
twelve
days
from
here
to
the
Ford
of
Bruinen
,
where
the
Road
crosses
the
Loudwater
that
runs
out
of
Rivendell
.
We
have
at
least
a
fortnight
's
journey
before
us
,
for
I
do
not
think
we
shall
be
able
to
use
the
Road
.
'
'
A
fortnight
!
'
said
Frodo
.
'
A
lot
may
happen
in
that
time
.
'
'
It
may
,
'
said
Strider
.
They
stood
for
a
while
silent
on
the
hill-top
,
near
its
southward
edge
.
In
that
lonely
place
Frodo
for
the
first
time
fully
realized
his
homelessness
and
danger
.
He
wished
bitterly
that
his
fortune
had
left
him
in
the
quiet
and
beloved
Shire
.
He
stared
down
at
the
hateful
Road
,
leading
back
westward
--
to
his
home
.
Suddenly
he
was
aware
that
two
black
specks
were
moving
slowly
along
it
,
going
westward
;
and
looking
again
he
saw
that
three
others
were
creeping
eastward
to
meet
them
.
He
gave
a
cry
and
clutched
Strider
's
arm
.
'
Look
,
'
he
said
,
pointing
downwards
.
At
once
Strider
flung
himself
on
the
ground
behind
the
ruined
circle
,
pulling
Frodo
down
beside
him
.
Merry
threw
himself
alongside
.
'
What
is
it
?
'
he
whispered
.
'
I
do
not
know
,
but
I
fear
the
worst
,
'
answered
Strider
.
