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'
Where
did
you
learn
such
tales
,
if
all
the
land
is
empty
and
forgetful
?
'
asked
Peregrin
.
'
The
birds
and
beasts
do
not
tell
tales
of
that
sort
.
'
'
The
heirs
of
Elendil
do
not
forget
all
things
past
,
'
said
Strider
;
'
and
many
more
things
than
I
can
tell
are
remembered
in
Rivendell
.
'
'
Have
you
often
been
to
Rivendell
?
'
said
Frodo
.
'
I
have
,
'
said
Strider
.
'
I
dwelt
there
once
,
and
still
I
return
when
I
may
.
There
my
heart
is
;
but
it
is
not
my
fate
to
sit
in
peace
,
even
in
the
fair
house
of
Elrond
.
'
The
hills
now
began
to
shut
them
in
.
The
Road
behind
held
on
its
way
to
the
River
Bruinen
,
but
both
were
now
hidden
from
view
.
The
travellers
came
into
a
long
valley
;
narrow
,
deeply
cloven
,
dark
and
silent
.
Trees
with
old
and
twisted
roots
hung
over
cliffs
,
and
piled
up
behind
into
mounting
slopes
of
pine-wood
.
The
hobbits
grew
very
weary
.
They
advanced
slowly
,
for
they
had
to
pick
their
way
through
a
pathless
country
,
encumbered
by
fallen
trees
and
tumbled
rocks
.
As
long
as
they
could
they
avoided
climbing
for
Frodo
's
sake
,
and
because
it
was
in
fact
difficult
to
find
any
way
up
out
of
the
narrow
dales
.
They
had
been
two
days
in
this
country
when
the
weather
turned
wet
.
The
wind
began
to
blow
steadily
out
of
the
West
and
pour
the
water
of
the
distant
seas
on
the
dark
heads
of
the
hills
in
fine
drenching
rain
.
By
nightfall
they
were
all
soaked
,
and
their
camp
was
cheerless
,
for
they
could
not
get
any
fire
to
burn
.
The
next
day
the
hills
rose
still
higher
and
steeper
before
them
,
and
they
were
forced
to
turn
away
northwards
out
of
their
course
.
Strider
seemed
to
be
getting
anxious
:
they
were
nearly
ten
days
out
from
Weathertop
,
and
their
stock
of
provisions
was
beginning
to
run
low
.
It
went
on
raining
.
That
night
they
camped
on
a
stony
shelf
with
a
rock-wall
behind
them
,
in
which
there
was
a
shallow
cave
,
a
mere
scoop
in
the
cliff
.
Frodo
was
restless
.
The
cold
and
wet
had
made
his
wound
more
painful
than
ever
,
and
the
ache
and
sense
of
deadly
chill
took
away
all
sleep
.
He
lay
tossing
and
turning
and
listening
fearfully
to
the
stealthy
night-noises
:
wind
in
chinks
of
rock
,
water
dripping
,
a
crack
,
the
sudden
rattling
fall
of
a
loosened
stone
.
He
felt
that
black
shapes
were
advancing
to
smother
him
;
but
when
he
sat
up
he
saw
nothing
but
the
back
of
Strider
sitting
hunched
up
,
smoking
his
pipe
,
and
watching
.
He
lay
down
again
and
passed
into
an
uneasy
dream
,
in
which
he
walked
on
the
grass
in
his
garden
in
the
Shire
,
but
it
seemed
faint
and
dim
,
less
clear
than
the
tall
black
shadows
that
stood
looking
over
the
hedge
.
