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Next
day
,
early
in
the
morning
,
they
came
down
again
to
the
borders
of
the
Road
.
Sam
and
Strider
went
forward
,
but
they
found
no
sign
of
any
travellers
or
riders
.
Here
under
the
shadow
of
the
hills
there
had
been
some
rain
.
Strider
judged
that
it
had
fallen
two
days
before
,
and
had
washed
away
all
footprints
.
No
horseman
had
passed
since
then
,
as
far
as
he
could
see
.
They
hurried
along
with
all
the
speed
they
could
make
,
and
after
a
mile
or
two
they
saw
the
Last
Bridge
ahead
,
at
the
bottom
of
a
short
steep
slope
.
They
dreaded
to
see
black
figures
waiting
there
,
but
they
saw
none
.
Strider
made
them
take
cover
in
a
thicket
at
the
side
of
the
Road
,
while
he
went
forward
to
explore
.
Before
long
he
came
hurrying
back
.
'
I
can
see
no
sign
of
the
enemy
,
'
he
said
,
'
and
I
wonder
very
much
what
that
means
.
But
I
have
found
something
very
strange
.
'
He
held
out
his
hand
,
and
showed
a
single
pale-green
jewel
.
'
I
found
it
in
the
mud
in
the
middle
of
the
Bridge
,
'
he
said
.
'
It
is
a
beryl
,
an
elf-stone
.
Whether
it
was
set
there
,
or
let
fall
by
chance
,
I
can
not
say
;
but
it
brings
hope
to
me
.
I
will
take
it
as
a
sign
that
we
may
pass
the
Bridge
;
but
beyond
that
I
dare
not
keep
to
the
Road
,
without
some
clearer
token
.
'
At
once
they
went
on
again
.
They
crossed
the
Bridge
in
safety
,
hearing
no
sound
but
the
water
swirling
against
its
three
great
arches
.
A
mile
further
on
they
came
to
a
narrow
ravine
that
led
away
northwards
through
the
steep
lands
on
the
left
of
the
Road
.
Here
Strider
turned
aside
,
and
soon
they
were
lost
in
a
sombre
country
of
dark
trees
winding
among
the
feet
of
sullen
hills
.
The
hobbits
were
glad
to
leave
the
cheerless
lands
and
the
perilous
Road
behind
them
;
but
this
new
country
seemed
threatening
and
unfriendly
.
As
they
went
forward
the
hills
about
them
steadily
rose
.
Here
and
there
upon
heights
and
ridges
they
caught
glimpses
of
ancient
walls
of
stone
,
and
the
ruins
of
towers
:
they
had
an
ominous
look
.
Frodo
,
who
was
not
walking
,
had
time
to
gaze
ahead
and
to
think
.
He
recalled
Bilbo
's
account
of
his
journey
and
the
threatening
towers
on
the
hills
north
of
the
Road
,
in
the
country
near
the
Trolls
'
wood
where
his
first
serious
adventure
had
happened
.
Frodo
guessed
that
they
were
now
in
the
same
region
,
and
wondered
if
by
chance
they
would
pass
near
the
spot
.
'
Who
lives
in
this
land
?
'
he
asked
.
'
And
who
built
these
towers
?
Is
this
troll-country
?
'
'
No
!
'
said
Strider
.
'
Trolls
do
not
build
.
No
one
lives
in
this
land
.
Men
once
dwelt
here
,
ages
ago
;
but
none
remain
now
.
They
became
an
evil
people
,
as
legends
tell
,
for
they
fell
under
the
shadow
of
Angmar
.
But
all
were
destroyed
in
the
war
that
brought
the
North
Kingdom
to
its
end
.
But
that
is
now
so
long
ago
that
the
hills
have
forgotten
them
,
though
a
shadow
still
lies
on
the
land
.
'
