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"
I
wish
I
had
taken
Elrond
's
advice
,
"
muttered
Pippin
to
Sam
.
"
I
am
no
good
after
all
.
There
is
not
enough
of
the
breed
of
Bandobras
the
Bullroarer
in
me
:
these
howls
freeze
my
blood
.
I
do
n't
ever
remember
feeling
so
wretched
.
"
"
My
heart
's
right
down
in
my
toes
,
Mr.
Pippin
,
"
said
Sam
.
"
But
we
are
n't
etten
yet
,
and
there
are
some
stout
folk
here
with
us
.
Whatever
may
be
in
store
for
old
Gandalf
,
I
'll
wager
it
is
n't
a
wolf
's
belly
.
"
For
their
defence
in
the
night
the
Company
climbed
to
the
top
of
the
small
hill
under
which
they
had
been
sheltering
.
it
was
crowned
with
a
knot
of
old
and
twisted
trees
,
about
which
lay
a
broken
circle
of
boulder
stones
.
In
the
midst
of
this
they
lit
a
fire
,
for
there
was
no
hope
that
darkness
and
silence
would
keep
their
trail
from
discovery
by
the
hunting
packs
.
Round
the
fire
they
sat
,
and
those
that
were
not
on
guard
dozed
uneasily
.
Poor
Bill
the
pony
trembled
and
sweated
where
he
stood
.
The
howling
of
the
wolves
was
now
all
round
them
,
sometimes
nearer
and
sometimes
further
off
.
In
the
dead
of
the
night
many
shining
eyes
were
seen
peering
over
the
brow
of
the
hill
.
Some
advanced
almost
to
the
ring
of
stones
.
At
a
gap
in
the
circle
a
great
dark
wolf-shape
could
be
seen
halted
,
gazing
at
them
.
A
shuddering
howl
broke
from
him
,
as
if
he
were
a
captain
summoning
his
pack
to
the
assault
.
Gandalf
stood
up
and
strode
forward
,
holding
his
staff
aloft
.
"
Listen
,
Hound
of
Sauron
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Gandalf
is
here
.
Fly
,
if
you
value
your
foul
skin
!
I
will
shrivel
you
from
tail
to
snout
,
if
you
come
within
this
ring
.
"
The
wolf
snarled
and
sprang
towards
them
with
a
great
leap
.
At
that
moment
there
was
a
sharp
twang
.
Legolas
had
loosed
his
bow
.
There
was
a
hideous
yell
,
and
the
leaping
shape
thudded
to
the
ground
;
the
elvish
arrow
had
pierced
its
throat
.
The
watching
eyes
were
suddenly
extinguished
.
Gandalf
and
Aragorn
strode
forward
,
but
the
hill
was
deserted
;
the
hunting
packs
had
fled
.
All
about
them
the
darkness
grew
silent
,
and
no
cry
came
on
the
sighing
wind
.
The
night
was
old
,
and
westward
the
waning
moon
was
setting
.
gleaming
fitfully
through
the
breaking
clouds
.
Suddenly
Frodo
started
from
sleep
.
Without
warning
a
storm
of
howls
broke
out
fierce
and
wild
all
about
the
camp
.
A
great
host
of
Wargs
had
gathered
silently
and
was
now
attacking
them
from
every
side
at
once
.
"
Fling
fuel
on
the
fire
!
"
cried
Gandalf
to
the
hobbits
.
"
Draw
your
blades
,
and
stand
back
to
back
!
"
