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'
There
!
'
said
Merry
.
'
That
must
be
the
stone
that
marked
the
place
where
the
trolls
'
gold
was
hidden
.
How
much
is
left
of
Bilbo
's
share
,
I
wonder
,
Frodo
?
'
Frodo
looked
at
the
stone
,
and
wished
that
Bilbo
had
brought
home
no
treasure
more
perilous
,
nor
less
easy
to
part
with
.
'
None
at
all
,
'
he
said
.
'
Bilbo
gave
it
all
away
.
He
told
me
he
did
not
feel
it
was
really
his
,
as
it
came
from
robbers
.
'
The
Road
lay
quiet
under
the
long
shadows
of
early
evening
.
There
was
no
sign
of
any
other
travellers
to
be
seen
.
As
there
was
now
no
other
possible
course
for
them
to
take
,
they
climbed
down
the
bank
,
and
turning
left
went
off
as
fast
as
they
could
.
Soon
a
shoulder
of
the
hills
cut
off
the
light
of
the
fast
westering
sun
.
A
cold
wind
flowed
down
to
meet
them
from
the
mountains
ahead
.
They
were
beginning
to
look
out
for
a
place
off
the
Road
,
where
they
could
camp
for
the
night
,
when
they
heard
a
sound
that
brought
sudden
fear
back
into
their
hearts
:
the
noise
of
hoofs
behind
them
.
They
looked
back
,
but
they
could
not
see
far
because
of
the
many
windings
and
rollings
of
the
Road
.
As
quickly
as
they
could
they
scrambled
off
the
beaten
way
and
up
into
the
deep
heather
and
bilberry
brushwood
on
the
slopes
above
,
until
they
came
to
a
small
patch
of
thick-growing
hazels
.
As
they
peered
out
from
among
the
bushes
,
they
could
see
the
Road
,
faint
and
grey
in
the
failing
light
,
some
thirty
feet
below
them
.
The
sound
of
hoofs
drew
nearer
.
They
were
going
fast
,
with
a
light
clippety-clippety-clip
.
Then
faintly
,
as
if
it
was
blown
away
from
them
by
the
breeze
,
they
seemed
to
catch
a
dim
ringing
,
as
of
small
bells
tinkling
.
'
That
does
not
sound
like
a
Black
Rider
's
horse
!
'
said
Frodo
,
listening
intently
.
The
other
hobbits
agreed
hopefully
that
it
did
not
,
but
they
all
remained
full
of
suspicion
.
They
had
been
in
fear
of
pursuit
for
so
long
that
any
sound
from
behind
seemed
ominous
and
unfriendly
.
But
Strider
was
now
leaning
forward
,
stooped
to
the
ground
,
with
a
hand
to
his
ear
,
and
a
look
of
joy
on
his
face
.
The
light
faded
,
and
the
leaves
on
the
bushes
rustled
softly
.
Clearer
and
nearer
now
the
bells
jingled
,
and
clippety-clip
came
the
quick
trotting
feet
.
Suddenly
into
view
below
came
a
white
horse
,
gleaming
in
the
shadows
,
running
swiftly
.
In
the
dusk
its
headstall
flickered
and
flashed
,
as
if
it
were
studded
with
gems
like
living
stars
.
The
rider
's
cloak
streamed
behind
him
,
and
his
hood
was
thrown
back
;
his
golden
hair
flowed
shimmering
in
the
wind
of
his
speed
.
To
Frodo
it
appeared
that
a
white
light
was
shining
through
the
form
and
raiment
of
the
rider
,
as
if
through
a
thin
veil
.
Strider
sprang
from
hiding
and
dashed
down
towards
the
Road
,
leaping
with
a
cry
through
the
heather
;
but
even
before
he
had
moved
or
called
,
the
rider
had
reined
in
his
horse
and
halted
,
looking
up
towards
the
thicket
where
they
stood
.
When
he
saw
Strider
,
he
dismounted
and
ran
to
meet
him
calling
out
:
Ai
na
vedui
Dúnadan
!
Mae
govannen
!
His
speech
and
clear
ringing
voice
left
no
doubt
in
their
hearts
:
the
rider
was
of
the
Elven-folk
.
No
others
that
dwelt
in
the
wide
world
had
voices
so
fair
to
hear
.
But
there
seemed
to
be
a
note
of
haste
or
fear
in
his
call
,
and
they
saw
that
he
was
now
speaking
quickly
and
urgently
to
Strider
.
Soon
Strider
beckoned
to
them
,
and
the
hobbits
left
the
bushes
and
hurried
down
to
the
Road
.
'
This
is
Glorfindel
,
who
dwells
in
the
house
of
Elrond
,
'
said
Strider
.
'
Hail
,
and
well
met
at
last
!
'
said
the
Elf-lord
to
Frodo
.
'
I
was
sent
from
Rivendell
to
look
for
you
.
We
feared
that
you
were
in
danger
upon
the
road
.
'
