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Thus
,
at
last
,
they
came
beyond
hope
under
the
sky
and
felt
the
wind
on
their
faces
.
They
did
not
halt
until
they
were
out
of
bowshot
from
the
walls
.
Dimrill
Dale
lay
about
them
.
The
shadow
of
the
Misty
Mountains
lay
upon
it
,
but
eastwards
there
was
a
golden
light
on
the
land
.
It
was
but
one
hour
after
noon
.
The
sun
was
shining
;
the
clouds
were
white
and
high
.
They
looked
back
.
Dark
yawned
the
archway
of
the
Gates
under
the
mountain-shadow
.
Faint
and
far
beneath
the
earth
rolled
the
slow
drum-beats
:
doom
.
A
thin
black
smoke
trailed
out
.
Nothing
else
was
to
be
seen
;
the
dale
all
around
was
empty.Doom
.
Grief
at
last
wholly
overcame
them
,
and
they
wept
long
:
some
standing
and
silent
,
some
cast
upon
the
ground.Doom
,
doom
.
The
drum-beats
faded
.
"
Alas
!
I
Fear
we
can
not
stay
here
longer
,
"
said
Aragorn
.
He
looked
towards
the
mountains
and
held
up
his
sword
.
"
Farewell
,
Gandalf
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Did
I
not
say
to
you
:
if
you
pass
the
doors
of
Moria
,
beware
?
Alas
that
I
spoke
true
!
What
hope
have
we
without
you
?
"
He
turned
to
the
Company
.
"
We
must
do
without
hope
,
"
he
said
.
"
At
least
we
may
yet
be
avenged
.
Let
us
gird
ourselves
and
weep
no
more
!
Come
!
We
have
a
long
road
,
and
much
to
do
.
"
They
rose
and
looked
about
them
.
Northward
the
dale
ran
up
into
a
glen
of
shadows
between
two
great
arms
of
the
mountains
,
above
which
three
white
peaks
were
shining
:
Celebdil
,
Fanuidhol
,
Caradhras
.
the
Mountains
of
Moria
.
At
the
head
of
the
glen
a
torrent
flowed
like
a
white
lace
over
an
endless
ladder
of
short
falls
,
and
a
mist
of
foam
hung
in
the
air
about
the
mountains
"
feet
.
"
Yonder
is
the
Dimrill
Stair
,
"
said
Aragorn
,
pointing
to
the
falls
.
"
Down
the
deep-cloven
way
that
climbs
beside
the
torrent
we
should
have
come
,
if
fortune
had
been
kinder
.
"
"
Or
Caradhras
less
cruel
,
"
said
Gimli
.
"
There
he
stands
smiling
in
the
sun
!
"
He
shook
his
fist
at
the
furthest
of
the
snow-capped
peaks
and
turned
away
.
To
the
east
the
outflung
arm
of
the
mountains
marched
to
a
sudden
end
,
and
far
lands
could
be
descried
beyond
them
,
wide
and
vague
.
To
the
south
the
Misty
Mountains
receded
endlessly
as
far
as
sight
could
reach
.
Less
than
a
mile
away
,
and
a
little
below
them
,
for
they
still
stood
high
up
on
the
west
side
of
the
dale
,
there
lay
a
mere
.
It
was
long
and
oval
,
shaped
like
a
great
spear-head
thrust
deep
into
the
northern
glen
;
but
its
southern
end
was
beyond
the
shadows
under
the
sunlit
sky
.
Yet
its
waters
were
dark
:
a
deep
blue
like
clear
evening
sky
seen
from
a
lamp-lit
room
.
Its
face
was
still
and
unruffled
.
About
it
lay
a
smooth
sward
,
shelving
down
on
all
sides
to
its
bare
unbroken
rim
.
