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"
Swans
!
"
said
Sam
.
"
And
mighty
big
ones
too
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Aragorn
,
"
and
they
are
black
swans
.
"
"
How
wide
and
empty
and
mournful
all
this
country
looks
!
"
said
Frodo
.
"
I
always
imagined
that
as
one
journeyed
south
it
got
warmer
and
merrier
,
until
winter
was
left
behind
for
ever
.
"
"
But
we
have
not
journeyed
far
south
yet
,
"
answered
Aragorn
.
"
It
is
still
winter
,
and
we
are
far
from
the
sea
.
Here
the
world
is
cold
until
the
sudden
spring
,
and
we
may
yet
have
snow
again
.
Far
away
down
in
the
Bay
of
Belfalas
,
to
which
Anduin
runs
,
it
is
warm
and
merry
,
maybe
,
or
would
be
but
for
the
Enemy
.
But
here
we
are
not
above
sixty
leagues
,
I
guess
,
south
of
the
Southfarthing
away
in
your
Shire
,
hundreds
of
long
miles
yonder
.
You
are
looking
now
south-west
across
the
north
plains
of
the
Riddermark
,
Rohan
the
land
of
the
Horse-lords
.
Ere
long
we
shall
come
to
the
mouth
of
the
Limlight
that
runs
down
from
Fangorn
to
join
the
Great
River
.
That
is
the
north
boundary
of
Rohan
;
and
of
old
all
that
lay
between
Limlight
and
the
White
Mountains
belonged
to
the
Rohirrim
.
It
is
a
rich
and
pleasant
land
,
and
its
grass
has
no
rival
;
but
in
these
evil
days
folk
do
not
dwell
by
the
River
or
ride
often
to
its
shores
.
Anduin
is
wide
,
yet
the
orcs
can
shoot
their
arrows
far
across
the
stream
;
and
of
late
,
it
is
said
,
they
have
dared
to
cross
the
water
and
raid
the
herds
and
studs
of
Rohan
.
"
Sam
looked
from
bank
to
bank
uneasily
.
The
trees
had
seemed
hostile
before
,
as
if
they
harboured
secret
eyes
and
lurking
dangers
;
now
he
wished
that
the
trees
were
still
there
.
He
felt
that
the
Company
was
too
naked
,
afloat
in
little
open
boats
in
the
midst
of
shelterless
lands
,
and
on
a
river
that
was
the
frontier
of
war
.
In
the
next
day
or
two
,
as
they
went
on
,
borne
steadily
southwards
,
this
feeling
of
insecurity
grew
on
all
the
Company
.
For
a
whole
day
they
took
to
their
paddles
and
hastened
forward
.
The
banks
slid
by
.
Soon
the
River
broadened
and
grew
more
shallow
;
long
stony
beaches
lay
upon
the
east
,
and
there
were
gravel-shoals
in
the
water
,
so
that
careful
steering
was
needed
.
The
Brown
Lands
rose
into
bleak
wolds
,
over
which
flowed
a
chill
air
from
the
East
.
On
the
other
side
the
meads
had
become
rolling
downs
of
withered
grass
amidst
a
land
of
fen
and
tussock
.
Frodo
shivered
,
thinking
of
the
lawns
and
fountains
,
the
clear
sun
and
gentle
rains
of
Lothlorien
.
There
was
little
speech
and
no
laughter
in
any
of
the
boats
.
Each
member
of
the
Company
was
busy
with
his
own
thoughts
.
The
heart
of
Legolas
was
running
under
the
stars
of
a
summer
night
in
some
northern
glade
amid
the
beech-woods
;
Gimli
was
fingering
gold
in
his
mind
,
and
wondering
if
it
were
fit
to
be
wrought
into
the
housing
of
the
Lady
's
gift
.
Merry
and
Pippin
in
the
middle
boat
were
ill
at
ease
,
for
Boromir
sat
muttering
to
himself
,
sometimes
biting
his
nails
,
as
if
some
restlessness
or
doubt
consumed
him
,
sometimes
seizing
a
paddle
and
driving
the
boat
close
behind
Aragorn
's
.
Then
Pippin
,
who
sat
in
the
bow
looking
back
,
caught
a
queer
gleam
in
his
eye
,
as
he
peered
forward
gazing
at
Frodo
.
Sam
had
long
ago
made
up
his
mind
that
,
though
boats
were
maybe
not
as
dangerous
as
he
had
been
brought
up
to
believe
,
they
were
far
more
uncomfortable
than
even
he
had
imagined
.
He
was
cramped
and
miserable
,
having
nothing
to
do
but
stare
at
the
winter-lands
crawling
by
and
the
grey
water
on
either
side
of
him
.
Even
when
the
paddles
were
in
use
they
did
not
trust
Sam
with
one
.
