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The
road
now
turned
south
and
went
quickly
downwards
,
running
out
from
between
the
arms
of
the
dale
.
Some
way
below
the
mere
they
came
on
a
deep
well
of
water
,
clear
as
crystal
,
from
which
a
freshet
fell
over
a
stone
lip
and
ran
glistening
and
gurgling
down
a
steep
rocky
channel
.
"
Here
is
the
spring
from
which
the
Silverlode
rises
.
"
said
Gimli
.
"
Do
not
drink
of
it
!
It
is
icy
cold
.
"
"
Soon
it
becomes
a
swift
river
,
and
it
gathers
water
from
many
other
mountain-streams
,
"
said
Aragorn
.
"
Our
road
leads
beside
it
for
many
miles
.
For
I
shall
take
you
by
the
road
that
Gandalf
chose
,
and
first
I
hope
to
come
to
the
woods
where
the
Silverlode
flows
into
the
Great
River-out
yonder
.
"
They
looked
as
he
pointed
,
and
before
them
they
could
see
the
stream
leaping
down
to
the
trough
of
the
valley
,
and
then
running
on
and
away
into
the
lower
lands
,
until
it
was
lost
in
a
golden
haze
.
"
There
lie
the
woods
of
Lothlorien
!
"
said
Legolas
.
"
That
is
the
fairest
of
all
the
dwellings
of
my
people
.
There
are
no
trees
like
the
trees
of
that
land
.
For
in
the
autumn
their
leaves
fall
not
,
but
turn
to
gold
.
Not
till
the
spring
comes
and
the
new
green
opens
do
they
fall
,
and
then
the
boughs
are
laden
with
yellow
flowers
;
and
the
floor
of
the
wood
is
golden
,
and
golden
is
the
roof
,
and
its
pillars
are
of
silver
,
for
the
bark
of
the
trees
is
smooth
and
grey
.
So
still
our
songs
in
Mirkwood
say
.
My
heart
would
be
glad
if
I
were
beneath
the
eaves
of
that
wood
,
and
it
were
springtime
!
"
"
My
heart
will
be
glad
,
even
in
the
winter
,
"
said
Aragorn
.
"
But
it
lies
many
miles
away
.
Let
us
hasten
!
"
For
some
time
Frodo
and
Sam
managed
to
keep
up
with
the
others
;
but
Aragorn
was
leading
them
at
a
great
pace
,
and
after
a
while
they
lagged
behind
.
They
had
eaten
nothing
since
the
early
morning
.
Sam
's
cut
was
burning
like
fire
,
and
his
head
felt
light
.
In
spite
of
the
shining
sun
the
wind
seemed
chill
after
the
warm
darkness
of
Moria
.
He
shivered
.
Frodo
felt
every
step
more
painful
and
he
gasped
for
breath
.
At
last
Legolas
turned
,
and
seeing
them
now
far
behind
,
he
spoke
to
Aragorn
.
The
others
halted
,
and
Aragorn
ran
back
,
calling
to
Boromir
to
come
with
him
.
"
I
am
sorry
,
Frodo
!
"
he
cried
,
full
of
concern
.
"
So
much
has
happened
this
day
and
we
have
such
need
of
haste
,
that
I
have
forgotten
that
you
were
hurt
;
and
Sam
too
.
You
should
have
spoken
.
We
have
done
nothing
to
ease
you
,
as
we
ought
,
though
all
the
orcs
of
Moria
were
after
us
.
Come
now
!
A
little
further
on
there
is
a
place
where
we
can
rest
for
a
little
.
There
I
will
do
what
I
can
for
you
.
Come
,
Boromir
!
We
will
carry
them
.
"
