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But
however
anxious
their
guides
might
be
,
it
was
plain
that
the
hobbits
could
go
no
further
that
night
.
They
were
stumbling
along
dizzy
with
weariness
,
and
unable
to
think
of
anything
but
their
feet
and
legs
.
Frodo
's
pain
had
redoubled
,
and
during
the
day
things
about
him
faded
to
shadows
of
ghostly
grey
.
He
almost
welcomed
the
coming
of
night
,
for
then
the
world
seemed
less
pale
and
empty
.
The
hobbits
were
still
weary
,
when
they
set
out
again
early
next
morning
.
There
were
many
miles
yet
to
go
between
them
and
the
Ford
,
and
they
hobbled
forward
at
the
best
pace
they
could
manage
.
'
Our
peril
will
be
greatest
just
ere
we
reach
the
river
,
'
said
Glorfindel
;
'
for
my
heart
warns
me
that
the
pursuit
is
now
swift
behind
us
,
and
other
danger
may
be
waiting
by
the
Ford
.
'
The
Road
was
still
running
steadily
downhill
,
and
there
was
now
in
places
much
grass
at
either
side
,
in
which
the
hobbits
walked
when
they
could
,
to
ease
their
tired
feet
.
In
the
late
afternoon
they
came
to
a
place
where
the
Road
went
suddenly
under
the
dark
shadow
of
tall
pine-trees
,
and
then
plunged
into
a
deep
cutting
with
steep
moist
walls
of
red
stone
.
Echoes
ran
along
as
they
hurried
forward
;
and
there
seemed
to
be
a
sound
of
many
footfalls
following
their
own
.
All
at
once
,
as
if
through
a
gate
of
light
,
the
Road
ran
out
again
from
the
end
of
the
tunnel
into
the
open
.
There
at
the
bottom
of
a
sharp
incline
they
saw
before
them
a
long
flat
mile
,
and
beyond
that
the
Ford
of
Rivendell
.
On
the
further
side
was
a
steep
brown
bank
,
threaded
by
a
winding
path
;
and
behind
that
the
tall
mountains
climbed
,
shoulder
above
shoulder
,
and
peak
beyond
peak
,
into
the
fading
sky
.
There
was
still
an
echo
as
of
following
feet
in
the
cutting
behind
them
;
a
rushing
noise
as
if
a
wind
were
rising
and
pouring
through
the
branches
of
the
pines
.
One
moment
Glorfindel
turned
and
listened
,
then
he
sprang
forward
with
a
loud
cry
.
'
Fly
!
'
he
called
.
'
Fly
!
The
enemy
is
upon
us
!
'
The
white
horse
leaped
forward
.
The
hobbits
ran
down
the
slope
.
Glorfindel
and
Strider
followed
as
rearguard
.
They
were
only
half
way
across
the
flat
,
when
suddenly
there
was
a
noise
of
horses
galloping
.
Out
of
the
gate
in
the
trees
that
they
had
just
left
rode
a
Black
Rider
.
He
reined
his
horse
in
,
and
halted
,
swaying
in
his
saddle
.
Another
followed
him
,
and
then
another
;
then
again
two
more
.
'
Ride
forward
!
Ride
!
'
cried
Glorfindel
to
Frodo
.
He
did
not
obey
at
once
,
for
a
strange
reluctance
seized
him
.
Checking
the
horse
to
a
walk
,
he
turned
and
looked
back
.
The
Riders
seemed
to
sit
upon
their
great
steeds
like
threatening
statues
upon
a
hill
,
dark
and
solid
,
while
all
the
woods
and
land
about
them
receded
as
if
into
a
mist
.
Suddenly
he
knew
in
his
heart
that
they
were
silently
commanding
him
to
wait
.
Then
at
once
fear
and
hatred
awoke
in
him
.
His
hand
left
the
bridle
and
gripped
the
hilt
of
his
sword
,
and
with
a
red
flash
he
drew
it
.
'
Ride
on
!
Ride
on
!
'
cried
Glorfindel
,
and
then
loud
and
clear
he
called
to
the
horse
in
the
elf-tongue
:
noro
lim
,
noro
lim
,
Asfaloth
!
