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At
that
moment
there
was
a
twang
of
bowstrings
:
several
arrows
whistled
over
them
,
and
some
fell
among
them
.
One
smote
Frodo
between
the
shoulders
and
he
lurched
forward
with
a
cry
,
letting
go
his
paddle
:
but
the
arrow
fell
back
.
foiled
by
his
hidden
coat
of
mail
.
Another
passed
through
Aragorn
's
hood
;
and
a
third
stood
fast
in
the
gunwale
of
the
second
boat
,
close
by
Merry
's
hand
.
Sam
thought
he
could
glimpse
black
figures
running
to
and
fro
upon
the
long
shingle-banks
that
lay
under
the
eastern
shore
.
They
seemed
very
near
.
"
Yrch
!
"
said
Legolas
,
falling
into
his
own
tongue
.
"
Orcs
!
"
cried
Gimli
.
"
Gollum
's
doing
,
I
'll
be
bound
.
"
said
Sam
to
Frodo
.
"
And
a
nice
place
to
choose
,
too
.
The
River
seems
set
on
taking
us
right
into
their
arms
!
"
They
all
leaned
forward
straining
at
the
paddles
:
even
Sam
took
a
hand
.
Every
moment
they
expected
to
feel
the
bite
of
black-feathered
arrows
.
Many
whined
overhead
or
struck
the
water
nearby
;
but
there
were
no
more
hits
.
It
was
dark
,
but
not
too
dark
for
the
night-eyes
of
Orcs
,
and
in
the
star-glimmer
they
must
have
offered
their
cunning
foes
some
mark
,
unless
it
was
that
the
grey
cloaks
Of
Lorien
and
the
grey
timber
of
the
elf-wrought
boats
defeated
the
malice
of
the
archers
of
Mordor
.
Stroke
by
stroke
they
laboured
on
.
In
the
darkness
it
was
hard
to
be
sure
that
they
were
indeed
moving
at
all
;
but
slowly
the
swirl
of
the
water
grew
less
,
and
the
shadow
of
the
eastern
bank
faded
back
into
the
night
.
At
last
,
as
far
as
they
could
judge
,
they
had
reached
the
middle
of
the
stream
again
and
had
driven
their
boats
back
some
distance
above
the
jutting
rocks
.
Then
half
turning
they
thrust
them
with
all
their
strength
towards
the
western
shore
.
Under
the
shadow
Of
bushes
leaning
out
over
the
water
they
halted
and
drew
breath
.
Legolas
laid
down
his
paddle
and
took
up
the
bow
that
he
had
brought
from
Lorien
.
Then
he
sprang
ashore
and
climbed
a
few
paces
up
the
bank
.
Stringing
the
bow
and
fitting
an
arrow
he
turned
,
peering
back
over
the
River
into
the
darkness
.
Across
the
water
there
were
shrill
cries
,
but
nothing
could
be
seen
.
Frodo
looked
up
at
the
Elf
standing
tall
above
him
,
as
he
gazed
into
the
night
,
seeking
a
mark
to
shoot
at
.
His
head
was
dark
,
crowned
with
sharp
white
stars
that
glittered
in
the
black
pools
of
the
sky
behind
.
But
now
rising
and
sailing
up
from
the
South
the
great
clouds
advanced
,
sending
out
dark
outriders
into
the
starry
fields
.
A
sudden
dread
fell
on
the
Company
.
"
Elbereth
Gilthoniel
!
"
sighed
Legolas
as
he
looked
up
.
Even
as
he
did
so
,
a
dark
shape
,
like
a
cloud
and
yet
not
a
cloud
,
for
it
moved
far
more
swiftly
,
came
out
of
the
blackness
in
the
South
,
and
sped
towards
the
Company
,
blotting
out
all
light
as
it
approached
.
Soon
it
appeared
as
a
great
winged
creature
,
blacker
than
the
pits
in
the
night
.
Fierce
voices
rose
up
to
greet
it
from
across
the
water
.
Frodo
felt
a
sudden
chill
running
through
him
and
clutching
at
his
heart
;
there
was
a
deadly
cold
,
like
the
memory
of
an
old
wound
,
in
his
shoulder
.
He
crouched
down
,
as
if
to
hide
.
