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As
these
dangers
became
more
frequent
their
march
became
slower
.
Already
they
seemed
to
have
been
tramping
on
,
on
,
endlessly
to
the
mountains
"
roots
.
They
were
more
than
weary
,
and
yet
there
seemed
no
comfort
in
the
thought
of
halting
anywhere
.
Frodo
's
spirits
had
risen
for
a
while
after
his
escape
,
and
after
food
and
a
draught
of
the
cordial
;
but
now
a
deep
uneasiness
,
growing
to
dread
,
crept
over
him
again
.
Though
he
had
been
healed
in
Rivendell
of
the
knife-stroke
,
that
grim
wound
had
not
been
without
effect
.
His
senses
were
sharper
and
more
aware
of
things
that
could
not
be
seen
.
One
sign
of
change
that
he
soon
had
noticed
was
that
he
could
see
more
in
the
dark
than
any
of
his
companions
,
save
perhaps
Gandalf
.
And
he
was
in
any
case
the
bearer
of
the
Ring
:
it
hung
upon
its
chain
against
his
breast
,
and
at
whiles
it
seemed
a
heavy
weight
.
He
felt
the
certainty
of
evil
ahead
and
of
evil
following
;
but
he
said
nothing
.
He
gripped
tighter
on
the
hilt
of
his
sword
and
went
on
doggedly
.
The
Company
behind
him
spoke
seldom
,
and
then
only
in
hurried
whispers
.
There
was
no
sound
but
the
sound
of
their
own
feet
;
the
dull
stump
of
Gimli
's
dwarf-boots
;
the
heavy
tread
of
Boromir
;
the
light
step
of
Legolas
;
the
soft
,
scarce-heard
patter
of
hobbit-feet
;
and
in
the
rear
the
slow
firm
footfalls
of
Aragorn
with
his
long
stride
.
When
they
halted
for
a
moment
they
heard
nothing
at
all
,
unless
it
were
occasionally
a
faint
trickle
and
drip
of
unseen
water
.
Yet
Frodo
began
to
hear
,
or
to
imagine
that
he
heard
,
something
else
:
like
the
faint
fall
of
soft
bare
feet
.
It
was
never
loud
enough
,
or
near
enough
,
for
him
to
feel
certain
that
he
heard
it
;
but
once
it
had
started
it
never
stopped
,
while
the
Company
was
moving
.
But
it
was
not
an
echo
,
for
when
they
halted
it
pattered
on
for
a
little
all
by
itself
,
and
then
grew
still
.
It
was
after
nightfall
when
they
had
entered
the
Mines
.
They
had
been
going
for
several
hours
with
only
brief
halts
,
when
Gandalf
came
to
his
first
serious
check
.
Before
him
stood
a
wide
dark
arch
opening
into
three
passages
:
all
led
in
the
same
general
direction
,
eastwards
;
but
the
left-hand
passage
plunged
down
,
while
the
right-hand
climbed
up
,
and
the
middle
way
seemed
to
run
on
,
smooth
and
level
but
very
narrow
.
"
I
have
no
memory
of
this
place
at
all
!
"
said
Gandalf
,
standing
uncertainly
under
the
arch
.
He
held
up
his
staff
in
the
hope
of
finding
some
marks
or
inscription
that
might
help
his
choice
;
but
nothing
of
the
kind
was
to
be
seen
.
"
I
am
too
weary
to
decide
,
"
he
said
,
shaking
his
head
.
"
And
I
expect
that
you
are
all
as
weary
as
I
am
,
or
wearier
.
We
had
better
halt
here
for
what
is
left
of
the
night
.
You
know
what
I
mean
!
In
here
it
is
ever
dark
;
but
outside
the
late
Moon
is
riding
westward
and
the
middle-night
has
passed
.
"
"
Poor
old
Bill
!
"
said
Sam
.
"
I
wonder
where
he
is
.
I
hope
those
wolves
have
n't
got
him
yet
.
"
To
the
left
of
the
great
arch
they
found
a
stone
door
:
it
was
half
closed
,
but
swung
back
easily
to
a
gentle
thrust
.
Beyond
there
seemed
to
lie
a
wide
chamber
cut
in
the
rock
.
"
Steady
!
Steady
!
"
cried
Gandalf
as
Merry
and
Pippin
pushed
forward
,
glad
to
find
a
place
where
they
could
rest
with
at
least
more
feeling
of
shelter
than
in
the
open
passage
.
"
Steady
!
You
do
not
know
what
is
inside
yet
.
I
will
go
first
.
"
He
went
in
cautiously
,
and
the
others
filed
behind
.
"
There
!
"
he
said
,
pointing
with
his
staff
to
the
middle
of
the
floor
.
Before
his
feet
they
saw
a
large
round
hole
like
the
mouth
of
a
well
.
Broken
and
rusty
chains
lay
at
the
edge
and
trailed
down
into
the
black
pit
.
Fragments
of
stone
lay
near
.
