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In
the
morning
he
woke
to
find
that
the
rain
had
stopped
.
The
clouds
were
still
thick
,
but
they
were
breaking
,
and
pale
strips
of
blue
appeared
between
them
.
The
wind
was
shifting
again
.
They
did
not
start
early
.
Immediately
after
their
cold
and
comfortless
breakfast
Strider
went
off
alone
,
telling
the
others
to
remain
under
the
shelter
of
the
cliff
,
until
he
came
back
.
He
was
going
to
climb
up
,
if
he
could
,
and
get
a
look
at
the
lie
of
the
land
.
When
he
returned
he
was
not
reassuring
.
'
We
have
come
too
far
to
the
north
,
'
he
said
,
'
and
we
must
find
some
way
to
turn
back
southwards
again
.
If
we
keep
on
as
we
are
going
we
shall
get
up
into
the
Ettendales
far
north
of
Rivendell
.
That
is
troll-country
,
and
little
known
to
me
.
We
could
perhaps
find
our
way
through
and
come
round
to
Rivendell
from
the
north
;
but
it
would
take
too
long
,
for
I
do
not
know
the
way
,
and
our
food
would
not
last
.
So
somehow
or
other
we
must
find
the
Ford
of
Bruinen
.
'
The
rest
of
that
day
they
spent
scrambling
over
rocky
ground
.
They
found
a
passage
between
two
hills
that
led
them
into
a
valley
running
south-east
,
the
direction
that
they
wished
to
take
;
but
towards
the
end
of
the
day
they
found
their
road
again
barred
by
a
ridge
of
high
land
;
its
dark
edge
against
the
sky
was
broken
into
many
bare
points
like
teeth
of
a
blunted
saw
.
They
had
a
choice
between
going
back
or
climbing
over
it
.
They
decided
to
attempt
the
climb
,
but
it
proved
very
difficult
.
Before
long
Frodo
was
obliged
to
dismount
and
struggle
along
on
foot
.
Even
so
they
often
despaired
of
getting
their
pony
up
,
or
indeed
of
finding
a
path
for
themselves
,
burdened
as
they
were
.
The
light
was
nearly
gone
,
and
they
were
all
exhausted
,
when
at
last
they
reached
the
top
.
They
had
climbed
on
to
a
narrow
saddle
between
two
higher
points
,
and
the
land
fell
steeply
away
again
,
only
a
short
distance
ahead
.
Frodo
threw
himself
down
,
and
lay
on
the
ground
shivering
.
His
left
arm
was
lifeless
,
and
his
side
and
shoulder
felt
as
if
icy
claws
were
laid
upon
them
.
The
trees
and
rocks
about
him
seemed
shadowy
and
dim
.
'
We
can
not
go
any
further
,
'
said
Merry
to
Strider
.
'
I
am
afraid
this
has
been
too
much
for
Frodo
.
I
am
dreadfully
anxious
about
him
.
What
are
we
to
do
?
Do
you
think
they
will
be
able
to
cure
him
in
Rivendell
,
if
we
ever
get
there
?
'
'
We
shall
see
,
'
answered
Strider
.
'
There
is
nothing
more
that
I
can
do
in
the
wilderness
;
and
it
is
chiefly
because
of
his
wound
that
I
am
so
anxious
to
press
on
.
But
I
agree
that
we
can
go
no
further
tonight
.
'
'
What
is
the
matter
with
my
master
?
'
asked
Sam
in
a
low
voice
,
looking
appealingly
at
Strider
.
'
His
wound
was
small
,
and
it
is
already
closed
.
There
's
nothing
to
be
seen
but
a
cold
white
mark
on
his
shoulder
.
'
'
Frodo
has
been
touched
by
the
weapons
of
the
Enemy
,
'
said
Strider
,
'
and
there
is
some
poison
or
evil
at
work
that
is
beyond
my
skill
to
drive
out
.
But
do
not
give
up
hope
,
Sam
!
'
Night
was
cold
up
on
the
high
ridge
.
They
lit
a
small
fire
down
under
the
gnarled
roots
of
an
old
pine
,
that
hung
over
a
shallow
pit
:
it
looked
as
if
stone
had
once
been
quarried
there
.
They
sat
huddled
together
.
The
wind
blew
chill
through
the
pass
,
and
they
heard
the
tree-tops
lower
down
moaning
and
sighing
.
Frodo
lay
half
in
a
dream
,
imagining
that
endless
dark
wings
were
sweeping
by
above
him
,
and
that
on
the
wings
rode
pursuers
that
sought
him
in
all
the
hollows
of
the
hills
.
