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They
huddled
together
with
their
backs
to
the
wall
.
Bill
the
pony
stood
patiently
but
dejectedly
in
front
of
the
hobbits
,
and
screened
them
a
little
;
but
before
long
the
drifting
snow
was
above
his
hocks
,
and
it
went
on
mounting
.
If
they
had
had
no
larger
companions
the
hobbits
would
soon
have
been
entirely
buried
.
A
great
sleepiness
came
over
Frodo
;
he
felt
himself
sinking
fast
into
a
warm
and
hazy
dream
.
He
thought
a
fire
was
heating
his
toes
,
and
out
of
the
shadows
on
the
other
side
of
the
hearth
he
heard
Bilbo
's
voice
speaking
.
I
do
n't
think
much
of
your
diary
,
he
said
.
Snowstorms
on
January
the
twelfth
:
there
was
no
need
to
come
back
to
report
that
!
But
I
wanted
rest
and
sleep
,
Bilbo
,
Frodo
answered
with
an
effort
,
when
he
felt
himself
shaken
,
and
he
came
back
painfully
to
wakefulness
.
Boromir
had
lifted
him
off
the
ground
out
of
a
nest
of
snow
.
"
This
will
be
the
death
of
the
halflings
,
Gandalf
,
"
said
Boromir
.
"
It
is
useless
to
sit
here
until
the
snow
goes
over
our
heads
.
We
must
do
something
to
save
ourselves
.
"
"
Give
them
this
,
"
said
Gandalf
,
searching
in
his
pack
and
drawing
out
a
leathern
flask
.
"
Just
a
mouthful
each
-
for
all
of
us
.
It
is
very
precious
.
It
ismiruvor
,
the
cordial
of
Imladris
.
Elrond
gave
it
to
me
at
our
parting
.
Pass
it
round
!
"
As
soon
as
Frodo
had
swallowed
a
little
of
the
warm
and
fragrant
liquor
he
felt
a
new
strength
of
heart
,
and
the
heavy
drowsiness
left
his
limbs
.
The
others
also
revived
and
found
fresh
hope
and
vigour
.
But
the
snow
did
not
relent
.
It
whirled
about
them
thicker
than
ever
,
and
the
wind
blew
louder
.
"
What
do
you
say
to
fire
?
"
asked
Boromir
suddenly
.
"
The
choice
seems
near
now
between
fire
and
death
,
Gandalf
.
Doubtless
we
shall
be
hidden
from
all
unfriendly
eyes
when
the
snow
has
covered
us
,
but
that
will
not
help
us
.
"
"
You
may
make
a
fire
,
if
you
can
,
"
answered
Gandalf
.
"
If
there
are
any
watchers
that
can
endure
this
storm
,
then
they
can
see
us
,
fire
or
no
.
"
But
though
they
had
brought
wood
and
kindlings
by
the
advice
of
Boromir
,
it
passed
the
skill
of
Elf
or
even
Dwarf
to
strike
a
flame
that
would
hold
amid
the
swirling
wind
or
catch
in
the
wet
fuel
.
At
last
reluctantly
Gandalf
himself
took
a
hand
.
Picking
up
a
faggot
he
held
it
aloft
for
a
moment
,
and
then
with
a
word
of
command
,
naur
an
edraith
ammen!he
thrust
the
end
of
his
staff
into
the
midst
of
it
.
At
once
a
great
spout
of
green
and
blue
flame
sprang
out
,
and
the
wood
flared
and
sputtered
.
