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Many
others
of
Elrond
's
household
stood
in
the
shadows
and
watched
them
go
,
bidding
them
farewell
with
soft
voices
.
There
was
no
laughter
,
and
no
song
or
music
.
At
last
they
turned
away
and
faded
silently
into
the
dusk
.
They
crossed
the
bridge
and
wound
slowly
up
the
long
steep
paths
that
led
out
of
the
cloven
vale
of
Rivendell
;
and
they
came
at
length
to
the
high
moor
where
the
wind
hissed
through
the
heather
.
Then
with
one
glance
at
the
Last
Homely
House
twinkling
below
them
they
strode
away
far
into
the
night
.
At
the
Ford
of
Bruinen
they
left
the
Road
and
turning
southwards
went
on
by
narrow
paths
among
the
folded
lands
.
Their
purpose
was
to
hold
this
course
west
of
the
Mountains
for
many
miles
and
days
.
The
country
was
much
rougher
and
more
barren
than
in
the
green
vale
of
the
Great
River
in
Wilderland
on
the
other
side
of
the
range
,
and
their
going
would
be
slow
;
but
they
hoped
in
this
way
to
escape
the
notice
of
unfriendly
eyes
.
The
spies
of
Sauron
had
hitherto
seldom
been
seen
in
this
empty
country
,
and
the
paths
were
little
known
except
to
the
people
of
Rivendell
.
Gandalf
walked
in
front
,
and
with
him
went
Aragorn
,
who
knew
this
land
even
in
the
dark
.
The
others
were
in
file
behind
,
and
Legolas
whose
eyes
were
keen
was
the
rearguard
.
The
first
part
of
their
journey
was
hard
and
dreary
,
and
Frodo
remembered
little
of
it
,
save
the
wind
.
For
many
sunless
days
an
icy
blast
came
from
the
Mountains
in
the
east
,
and
no
garment
seemed
able
to
keep
out
its
searching
fingers
.
Though
the
Company
was
well
clad
,
they
seldom
felt
warm
,
either
moving
or
at
rest
.
They
slept
uneasily
during
the
middle
of
the
day
,
in
some
hollow
of
the
land
,
or
hidden
under
the
tangled
thorn-bushes
that
grew
in
thickets
in
many
places
.
In
the
late
afternoon
they
were
roused
by
the
watch
,
and
took
their
chief
meal
:
cold
and
cheerless
as
a
rule
,
for
they
could
seldom
risk
the
lighting
of
a
fire
.
In
the
evening
they
went
on
again
,
always
as
nearly
southward
as
they
could
find
a
way
.
At
first
it
seemed
to
the
hobbits
that
although
they
walked
and
stumbled
until
they
were
weary
,
they
were
creeping
forward
like
snails
,
and
getting
nowhere
.
Each
day
the
land
looked
much
the
same
as
it
had
the
day
before
.
Yet
steadily
the
mountains
were
drawing
nearer
.
South
of
Rivendell
they
rose
ever
higher
,
and
bent
westwards
;
and
about
the
feet
of
the
main
range
there
was
tumbled
an
ever
wider
land
of
bleak
hills
,
and
deep
valleys
filled
with
turbulent
waters
.
Paths
were
few
and
winding
,
and
led
them
often
only
to
the
edge
of
some
sheer
fall
,
or
down
into
treacherous
swamps
.
They
had
been
a
fortnight
on
the
way
when
the
weather
changed
.
The
wind
suddenly
fell
and
then
veered
round
to
the
south
.
The
swift-flowing
clouds
lifted
and
melted
away
,
and
the
sun
came
out
,
pale
and
bright
.
There
came
a
cold
clear
dawn
at
the
end
of
a
long
stumbling
night-march
.
The
travellers
reached
a
low
ridge
crowned
with
ancient
holly-trees
whose
grey-green
trunks
seemed
to
have
been
built
out
of
the
very
stone
of
the
hills
.
Their
dark
leaves
shone
and
their
berries
glowed
red
in
the
light
of
the
rising
sun
.
Away
in
the
south
Frodo
could
see
the
dim
shapes
of
lofty
mountains
that
seemed
now
to
stand
across
the
path
that
the
Company
was
taking
.
At
the
left
of
this
high
range
rose
three
peaks
;
the
tallest
and
nearest
stood
up
like
a
tooth
tipped
with
snow
;
its
great
,
bare
,
northern
precipice
was
still
largely
in
the
shadow
,
but
where
the
sunlight
slanted
upon
it
,
it
glowed
red
.
Gandalf
stood
at
Frodo
's
side
and
looked
out
under
his
hand
.
"
We
have
done
well
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
have
reached
the
borders
of
the
country
that
Men
call
Hollin
;
many
Elves
lived
here
in
happier
days
,
when
Eregion
was
its
name
.
