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'
By
Elbereth
and
Lúthien
the
Fair
,
'
said
Frodo
with
a
last
effort
,
lifting
up
his
sword
,
'
you
shall
have
neither
the
Ring
nor
me
!
'
Then
the
leader
,
who
was
now
half
across
the
Ford
,
stood
up
menacing
in
his
stirrups
,
and
raised
up
his
hand
.
Frodo
was
stricken
dumb
.
He
felt
his
tongue
cleave
to
his
mouth
,
and
his
heart
labouring
.
His
sword
broke
and
fell
out
of
his
shaking
hand
.
The
elf-horse
reared
and
snorted
.
The
foremost
of
the
black
horses
had
almost
set
foot
upon
the
shore
.
At
that
moment
there
came
a
roaring
and
a
rushing
:
a
noise
of
loud
waters
rolling
many
stones
.
Dimly
Frodo
saw
the
river
below
him
rise
,
and
down
along
its
course
there
came
a
plumed
cavalry
of
waves
.
White
flames
seemed
to
Frodo
to
flicker
on
their
crests
,
and
he
half
fancied
that
he
saw
amid
the
water
white
riders
upon
white
horses
with
frothing
manes
The
three
Riders
that
were
still
in
the
midst
of
the
Ford
were
overwhelmed
:
they
disappeared
,
buried
suddenly
under
angry
foam
.
Those
that
were
behind
drew
back
in
dismay
.
With
his
last
failing
senses
Frodo
heard
cries
,
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
saw
,
beyond
the
Riders
that
hesitated
on
the
shore
,
a
shining
figure
of
white
light
;
and
behind
it
ran
small
shadowy
forms
waving
flames
,
that
flared
red
in
the
grey
mist
that
was
falling
over
the
world
.
The
black
horses
were
filled
with
madness
,
and
leaping
forward
in
terror
they
bore
their
riders
into
the
rushing
flood
.
Their
piercing
cries
were
drowned
in
the
roaring
of
the
river
as
it
carried
them
away
.
Then
Frodo
felt
himself
falling
,
and
the
roaring
and
confusion
seemed
to
rise
and
engulf
him
together
with
his
enemies
.
He
heard
and
saw
no
more
.
Frodo
woke
and
found
himself
lying
in
bed
.
At
first
he
thought
that
he
had
slept
late
,
after
a
long
unpleasant
dream
that
still
hovered
on
the
edge
of
memory
.
Or
perhaps
he
had
been
ill
?
But
the
ceiling
looked
strange
;
it
was
flat
,
and
it
had
dark
beams
richly
carved
.
He
lay
a
little
while
longer
looking
at
patches
of
sunlight
on
the
wall
,
and
listening
to
the
sound
of
a
waterfall
.
"
Where
am
I
,
and
what
is
the
time
?
"
he
said
aloud
to
the
ceiling
.
"
In
the
House
of
Elrond
,
and
it
is
ten
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
"
said
a
voice
.
"
It
is
the
morning
of
October
the
twenty-fourth
,
if
you
want
to
know
.
"
"
Gandalf
!
"
cried
Frodo
,
sitting
up
.
There
was
the
old
wizard
,
sitting
in
a
chair
by
the
open
window
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
am
here
.
And
you
are
lucky
to
be
here
,
too
,
after
all
the
absurd
things
you
have
done
since
you
left
home
.
"
Frodo
lay
down
again
.
He
felt
too
comfortable
and
peaceful
to
argue
,
and
in
any
case
he
did
not
think
he
would
get
the
better
of
an
argument
.
He
was
fully
awake
now
,
and
the
memory
of
his
journey
was
returning
:
the
disastrous
"
short
cut
"
through
the
Old
Forest
the
"
accident
"
atThe
Prancing
Pony
;
and
his
madness
in
putting
on
the
Ring
in
the
dell
under
Weathertop
.
While
he
was
thinking
of
all
these
things
and
trying
in
vain
to
bring
his
memory
down
to
his
arriving
in
Rivendell
,
there
was
a
long
silence
,
broken
only
by
the
soft
puffs
of
Gandalf
's
pipe
,
as
he
blew
white
smoke-rings
out
of
the
window
.
