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He
stepped
forward
;
but
Boromir
stood
irresolute
and
did
not
follow
.
"
Is
there
no
other
way
?
"
he
said
.
"
What
other
fairer
way
would
you
desire
?
"
said
Aragorn
.
"
A
plain
road
,
though
it
led
through
a
hedge
of
swords
,
"
said
Boromir
.
"
By
strange
paths
has
this
Company
been
led
,
and
so
far
to
evil
fortune
.
Against
my
will
we
passed
under
the
shades
of
Moria
,
to
our
loss
.
And
now
we
must
enter
the
Golden
Wood
,
you
say
.
But
of
that
perilous
land
we
have
heard
in
Gondor
,
and
it
is
said
that
few
come
out
who
once
go
in
;
and
of
that
few
none
have
escaped
unscathed
.
"
"
Say
notunscathed
,
but
if
you
sayunchanged
,
then
maybe
you
will
speak
the
truth
said
Aragorn
.
But
lore
wanes
in
Gondor
,
Boromir
,
if
in
the
city
of
those
who
once
were
wise
they
now
speak
evil
of
Lothlorien
.
Believe
what
you
will
,
there
is
no
other
way
for
us
-
unless
you
would
go
back
to
Moria-gate
,
or
scale
the
pathless
mountains
,
or
swim
the
Great
River
all
alone
.
"
"
Then
lead
on
!
"
said
Boromir
.
"
But
it
is
perilous
.
"
"
Perilous
indeed
,
"
said
Aragorn
,
"
fair
and
perilous
;
but
only
evil
need
fear
it
,
or
those
who
bring
some
evil
with
them
.
Follow
me
!
"
They
had
gone
little
more
than
a
mile
into
the
forest
when
they
came
upon
another
stream
flowing
down
swiftly
from
the
tree-clad
slopes
that
climbed
back
westward
towards
the
mountains
.
They
heard
it
splashing
over
a
fall
away
among
the
shadows
on
their
right
.
Its
dark
hurrying
waters
ran
across
the
path
before
them
,
and
joined
the
Silverlode
in
a
swirl
of
dim
pools
among
the
roots
of
trees
.
"
Here
is
Nimrodel
!
"
said
Legolas
.
"
Of
this
stream
the
Silvan
Elves
made
many
songs
long
ago
,
and
still
we
sing
them
in
the
North
,
remembering
the
rainbow
on
its
falls
,
and
the
golden
flowers
that
floated
in
its
foam
.
All
is
dark
now
and
the
Bridge
of
Nimrodel
is
broken
down
.
I
will
bathe
my
feet
,
for
it
is
said
that
the
water
is
healing
to
the
weary
.
"
He
went
forward
and
climbed
down
the
deep-cloven
bank
and
stepped
into
the
stream
.
"
Follow
me
!
"
he
cried
.
"
The
water
is
not
deep
.
Let
us
wade
across
!
On
the
further
bank
we
can
rest
.
and
the
sound
of
the
falling
water
may
bring
us
sleep
and
forgetfulness
of
grief
.
