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It
is
not
far
,
but
our
path
may
be
winding
,
for
here
Aragorn
can
not
guide
us
;
he
has
seldom
walked
in
this
country
,
and
only
once
have
I
been
under
the
west
wall
of
Moria
,
and
that
was
long
ago
.
"
There
it
lies
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
away
south-eastwards
to
where
the
mountains
"
sides
fell
sheer
into
the
shadows
at
their
feet
.
In
the
distance
could
be
dimly
seen
a
line
of
bare
cliffs
,
and
in
their
midst
,
taller
than
the
rest
,
one
great
grey
wall
.
"
When
we
left
the
pass
I
led
you
southwards
,
and
not
back
to
our
starting
point
,
as
some
of
you
may
have
noticed
.
It
is
well
that
I
did
so
,
for
now
we
have
several
miles
less
to
cross
,
and
haste
is
needed
.
Let
us
go
!
"
"
I
do
not
know
which
to
hope
,
"
said
Boromir
grimly
:
"
that
Gandalf
will
find
what
he
seeks
,
or
that
coming
to
the
cliff
we
shall
find
the
gates
lost
for
ever
.
All
choices
seem
ill
,
and
to
be
caught
between
wolves
and
the
wall
the
likeliest
chance
.
Lead
on
!
"
Gimli
now
walked
ahead
by
the
wizard
's
side
,
so
eager
was
he
to
come
to
Moria
.
Together
they
led
the
Company
back
towards
the
mountains
.
The
only
road
of
old
to
Moria
from
the
west
had
lain
along
the
course
of
a
stream
,
the
Sirannon
,
that
ran
out
from
the
feet
of
the
cliffs
near
where
the
doors
had
stood
.
But
either
Gandalf
was
astray
,
or
else
the
land
had
changed
in
recent
years
;
for
he
did
not
strike
the
stream
where
he
looked
to
find
it
,
only
a
few
miles
southwards
from
their
start
.
The
morning
was
passing
towards
noon
,
and
still
the
Company
wandered
and
scrambled
in
a
barren
country
of
red
stones
.
Nowhere
could
they
see
any
gleam
of
water
or
hear
any
sound
of
it
.
All
was
bleak
and
dry
.
Their
hearts
sank
.
They
saw
no
living
thing
,
and
not
a
bird
was
in
the
sky
;
but
what
the
night
would
bring
,
if
it
caught
them
in
that
lost
land
,
none
of
them
cared
to
think
.
Suddenly
Gimli
,
who
had
pressed
on
ahead
,
called
back
to
them
.
He
was
standing
on
a
knoll
and
pointing
to
the
right
.
Hurrying
up
they
saw
below
them
a
deep
and
narrow
channel
.
It
was
empty
and
silent
,
and
hardly
a
trickle
of
water
flowed
among
the
brown
and
red-stained
stones
of
its
bed
;
but
on
the
near
side
there
was
a
path
,
much
broken
and
decayed
,
that
wound
its
way
among
the
ruined
walls
and
paving-stones
of
an
ancient
highroad
.
"
Ah
!
Here
it
is
at
last
!
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
This
is
where
the
stream
ran
:
Sirannon
,
the
Gate-stream
,
they
used
to
call
it
.
But
what
has
happened
to
the
water
,
I
can
not
guess
;
it
used
to
be
swift
and
noisy
.
Come
!
We
must
hurry
on
.
We
are
late
.
"
The
Company
were
footsore
and
tired
;
but
they
trudged
doggedly
along
the
rough
and
winding
track
for
many
miles
.
The
sun
turned
from
the
noon
and
began
to
go
west
.
After
a
brief
halt
and
a
hasty
meal
they
went
on
again
.
Before
them
the
mountains
frowned
,
but
their
path
lay
in
a
deep
trough
of
land
and
they
could
see
only
the
higher
shoulders
and
the
far
eastward
peaks
.
At
length
they
came
to
a
sharp
bend
.
There
the
road
,
which
had
been
veering
southwards
between
the
brink
of
the
channel
and
a
steep
fall
of
the
land
to
the
left
,
turned
and
went
due
east
again
.
Rounding
the
corner
they
saw
before
them
a
low
cliff
,
some
five
fathoms
high
,
with
a
broken
and
jagged
top
.
Over
it
a
trickling
water
dripped
,
through
a
wide
cleft
that
seemed
to
have
been
carved
out
by
a
fall
that
had
once
been
strong
and
full
.
