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They
seemed
to
pick
up
some
scent
,
and
they
searched
the
ground
for
a
while
near
the
place
where
you
halted
.
The
three
of
us
could
not
challenge
a
hundred
,
so
we
went
ahead
and
spoke
with
feigned
voices
,
leading
them
on
into
the
wood
.
"
Orophin
has
now
gone
in
haste
back
to
our
dwellings
to
warn
our
people
.
None
of
the
Orcs
will
ever
return
out
of
Lorien
.
And
there
will
be
many
Elves
hidden
on
the
northern
border
before
another
night
falls
.
But
you
must
take
the
road
south
as
soon
as
it
is
fully
light
.
"
Day
came
pale
from
the
East
.
As
the
light
grew
it
filtered
through
the
yellow
leaves
of
the
mallorn
,
and
it
seemed
to
the
hobbits
that
the
early
sun
of
a
cool
summer
's
morning
was
shining
.
Pale-blue
sky
peeped
among
the
moving
branches
.
Looking
through
an
opening
on
the
south
side
of
the
flet
Frodo
saw
all
the
valley
of
the
Silverlode
lying
like
a
sea
of
fallow
gold
tossing
gently
in
the
breeze
.
The
morning
was
still
young
and
cold
when
the
Company
set
out
again
,
guided
now
by
Haldir
and
his
brother
Rumil
.
"
Farewell
,
sweet
Nimrodel
!
"
cried
Legolas
.
Frodo
looked
back
and
caught
a
gleam
of
white
foam
among
the
grey
tree-stems
.
"
Farewell
,
"
he
said
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
would
never
hear
again
a
running
water
so
beautiful
,
for
ever
blending
its
innumerable
notes
in
an
endless
changeful
music
.
They
went
back
to
the
path
that
still
went
on
along
the
west
side
of
the
Silverlode
,
and
for
some
way
they
followed
it
southward
.
There
were
the
prints
of
orc-feet
in
the
earth
.
But
soon
Haldir
turned
aside
into
the
trees
and
halted
on
the
bank
of
the
river
under
their
shadows
.
"
There
is
one
of
my
people
yonder
across
the
stream
,
"
he
said
"
though
you
may
not
see
him
.
"
He
gave
a
call
like
the
low
whistle
of
a
bird
,
and
out
of
a
thicket
of
young
trees
an
Elf
stepped
,
clad
in
grey
,
but
with
his
hood
thrown
back
;
his
hair
glinted
like
gold
in
the
morning
sun
.
Haldir
skilfully
cast
over
the
stream
a
coil
of
grey
rope
,
and
he
caught
it
and
bound
the
end
about
a
tree
near
the
bank
.
"
Celebrant
is
already
a
strong
stream
here
,
as
you
see
,
"
said
Haldir
"
and
it
runs
both
swift
and
deep
,
and
is
very
cold
.
We
do
not
set
foot
in
it
so
far
north
,
unless
we
must
.
But
in
these
days
of
watchfulness
we
do
not
make
bridges
.
This
is
how
we
cross
!
Follow
me
!
"
He
made
his
end
of
the
rope
fast
about
another
tree
,
and
then
ran
lightly
along
it
,
over
the
river
and
back
again
,
as
if
he
were
on
a
road
.
"
I
can
walk
this
path
,
"
said
Legolas
;
"
but
the
others
have
not
this
skill
.
Must
they
swim
?
"
"
No
!
"
said
Haldir
.
"
We
have
two
more
ropes
.
We
will
fasten
them
above
the
other
,
one
shoulder-high
,
and
another
half-high
,
and
holding
these
the
strangers
should
be
able
to
cross
with
care
.
"
