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He
searched
the
wound
on
Frodo
's
shoulder
with
his
fingers
,
and
his
face
grew
graver
,
as
if
what
he
learned
disquieted
him
.
But
Frodo
felt
the
chill
lessen
in
his
side
and
arm
;
a
little
warmth
crept
down
from
his
shoulder
to
his
hand
,
and
the
pain
grew
easier
.
The
dusk
of
evening
seemed
to
grow
lighter
about
him
,
as
if
a
cloud
had
been
withdrawn
.
He
saw
his
friends
'
faces
more
clearly
again
,
and
a
measure
of
new
hope
and
strength
returned
.
'
You
shall
ride
my
horse
,
'
said
Glorfindel
.
'
I
will
shorten
the
stirrups
up
to
the
saddle-skirts
,
and
you
must
sit
as
tight
as
you
can
.
But
you
need
not
fear
:
my
horse
will
not
let
any
rider
fall
that
I
command
him
to
bear
.
His
pace
is
light
and
smooth
;
and
if
danger
presses
too
near
,
he
will
bear
you
away
with
a
speed
that
even
the
black
steeds
of
the
enemy
can
not
rival
.
'
'
No
,
he
will
not
!
'
said
Frodo
.
'
I
shall
not
ride
him
,
if
I
am
to
be
carried
off
to
Rivendell
or
anywhere
else
,
leaving
my
friends
behind
in
danger
.
'
Glorfindel
smiled
.
'
I
doubt
very
much
,
'
he
said
,
'
if
your
friends
would
be
in
danger
if
you
were
not
with
them
!
The
pursuit
would
follow
you
and
leave
us
in
peace
,
I
think
.
It
is
you
,
Frodo
,
and
that
which
you
bear
that
brings
us
all
in
peril
.
'
To
that
Frodo
had
no
answer
,
and
he
was
persuaded
to
mount
Glorfindel
's
white
horse
.
The
pony
was
laden
instead
with
a
great
part
of
the
others
'
burdens
,
so
that
they
now
marched
lighter
,
and
for
a
time
made
good
speed
;
but
the
hobbits
began
to
find
it
hard
to
keep
up
with
the
swift
tireless
feet
of
the
Elf
.
On
he
led
them
,
into
the
mouth
of
darkness
,
and
still
on
under
the
deep
clouded
night
.
There
was
neither
star
nor
moon
.
Not
until
the
grey
of
dawn
did
he
allow
them
to
halt
.
Pippin
,
Merry
,
and
Sam
were
by
that
time
nearly
asleep
on
their
stumbling
legs
;
and
even
Strider
seemed
by
the
sag
of
his
shoulders
to
be
weary
.
Frodo
sat
upon
the
horse
in
a
dark
dream
.
They
cast
themselves
down
in
the
heather
a
few
yards
from
the
road-side
,
and
fell
asleep
immediately
.
They
seemed
hardly
to
have
closed
their
eyes
when
Glorfindel
,
who
had
set
himself
to
watch
while
they
slept
,
awoke
them
again
.
The
sun
had
now
climbed
far
into
the
morning
,
and
the
clouds
and
mists
of
the
night
were
gone
.
'
Drink
this
!
'
said
Glorfindel
to
them
,
pouring
for
each
in
turn
a
little
liquor
from
his
silver-studded
flask
of
leather
.
It
was
clear
as
spring
water
and
had
no
taste
,
and
it
did
not
feel
either
cool
or
warm
in
the
mouth
;
but
strength
and
vigour
seemed
to
flow
into
all
their
limbs
as
they
drank
it
.
Eaten
after
that
draught
the
stale
bread
and
dried
fruit
(
which
was
now
all
that
they
had
left
)
seemed
to
satisfy
their
hunger
better
than
many
a
good
breakfast
in
the
Shire
had
done
.
They
had
rested
rather
less
than
five
hours
when
they
took
to
the
Road
again
.
Glorfindel
still
urged
them
on
,
and
only
allowed
two
brief
halts
during
the
day
's
march
.
In
this
way
they
covered
almost
twenty
miles
before
nightfall
,
and
came
to
a
point
where
the
Road
bent
right
and
ran
down
towards
the
bottom
of
the
valley
,
now
making
straight
for
the
Bruinen
.
So
far
there
had
been
no
sign
or
sound
of
pursuit
that
the
hobbits
could
see
or
hear
;
but
often
Glorfindel
would
halt
and
listen
for
a
moment
,
if
they
lagged
behind
,
and
a
look
of
anxiety
clouded
his
face
.
Once
or
twice
he
spoke
to
Strider
in
the
elf-tongue
.
