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No
living
hobbit
(
save
Bilbo
)
could
remember
the
Fell
Winter
of
1311
,
when
the
white
wolves
invaded
the
Shire
over
the
frozen
Brandywine
.
Gandalf
halted
.
Snow
was
thick
on
his
hood
and
shoulders
;
it
was
already
ankle-deep
about
his
boots
.
"
This
is
what
I
feared
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
do
you
say
now
,
Aragorn
?
"
"
That
I
feared
it
too
,
"
Aragorn
answered
,
"
but
less
than
other
things
.
I
knew
the
risk
of
snow
,
though
it
seldom
falls
heavily
so
far
south
,
save
high
up
in
the
mountains
.
But
we
are
not
high
yet
;
we
are
still
far
down
,
where
the
paths
are
usually
open
all
the
winter
.
"
"
I
wonder
if
this
is
a
contrivance
of
the
Enemy
,
"
said
Boromir
.
"
They
say
in
my
land
that
he
can
govern
the
storms
in
the
Mountains
of
Shadow
that
stand
upon
the
borders
of
Mordor
.
He
has
strange
powers
and
many
allies
.
"
"
His
arm
has
grown
long
indeed
,
"
said
Gimli
,
"
if
he
can
draw
snow
down
from
the
North
to
trouble
us
here
three
hundred
leagues
away
.
"
"
His
arm
has
grown
long
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
While
they
were
halted
,
the
wind
died
down
,
and
the
snow
slackened
until
it
almost
ceased
.
They
tramped
on
again
.
But
they
had
not
gone
more
than
a
furlong
when
the
storm
returned
with
fresh
fury
.
The
wind
whistled
and
the
snow
became
a
blinding
blizzard
.
Soon
even
Boromir
found
it
hard
to
keep
going
.
The
hobbits
,
bent
nearly
double
,
toiled
along
behind
the
taller
folk
,
but
it
was
plain
that
they
could
not
go
much
further
,
if
the
snow
continued
.
Frodo
's
feet
felt
like
lead
.
Pippin
was
dragging
behind
.
Even
Gimli
,
as
stout
as
any
dwarf
could
be
,
was
grumbling
as
he
trudged
.
The
Company
halted
suddenly
,
as
if
they
had
come
to
an
agreement
without
any
words
being
spoken
.
They
heard
eerie
noises
in
the
darkness
round
them
.
It
may
have
been
only
a
trick
of
the
wind
in
the
cracks
and
gullies
of
the
rocky
wall
,
but
the
sounds
were
those
of
shrill
cries
,
and
wild
howls
of
laughter
.
Stones
began
to
fall
from
the
mountain-side
,
whistling
over
their
heads
,
or
crashing
on
the
path
beside
them
.
Every
now
and
again
they
heard
a
dull
rumble
,
as
a
great
boulder
rolled
down
from
hidden
heights
above
.
