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The
task
proved
hard
indeed
,
yet
in
the
end
it
was
done
.
The
goods
were
taken
out
of
the
boats
and
brought
to
the
top
of
the
bank
,
where
there
was
a
level
space
.
Then
the
boats
were
drawn
out
of
the
water
and
carried
up
.
They
were
far
less
heavy
than
any
had
expected
.
Of
what
tree
growing
in
the
elvish
country
they
were
made
not
even
Legolas
knew
;
but
the
wood
was
tough
and
yet
strangely
light
.
Merry
and
Pippin
alone
could
carry
their
boat
with
ease
along
the
flat
.
Nonetheless
it
needed
the
strength
of
the
two
Men
to
lift
and
haul
them
over
the
ground
that
the
Company
now
had
to
cross
.
It
sloped
up
away
from
the
River
,
a
tumbled
waste
of
grey
limestone-boulders
,
with
many
hidden
holes
shrouded
with
weeds
and
bushes
;
there
were
thickets
of
brambles
,
and
sheer
dells
;
and
here
and
there
boggy
pools
fed
by
waters
trickling
from
the
terraces
further
inland
.
One
by
one
Boromir
and
Aragorn
carried
the
boats
,
while
the
others
toiled
and
scrambled
after
them
with
the
baggage
.
At
last
all
was
removed
and
laid
on
the
portage-way
.
Then
with
little
further
hindrance
,
save
from
sprawling
briars
and
many
fallen
stones
,
they
moved
forward
all
together
.
Fog
still
hung
in
veils
upon
the
crumbling
rock-wall
,
and
to
their
left
mist
shrouded
the
River
:
they
could
hear
it
rushing
and
foaming
over
the
sharp
shelves
and
stony
teeth
of
Sarn
Gebir
,
but
they
could
not
see
it
.
Twice
they
made
the
journey
,
before
all
was
brought
safe
to
the
southern
landing
.
There
the
portage-way
,
turning
back
to
the
water-side
,
ran
gently
down
to
the
shallow
edge
of
a
little
pool
.
It
seemed
to
have
been
scooped
in
the
river-side
,
not
by
hand
,
but
by
the
water
swirling
down
from
Sarn
Gebir
against
a
low
pier
of
rock
that
jutted
out
some
way
into
the
stream
.
Beyond
it
the
shore
rose
sheer
into
a
grey
cliff
,
and
there
was
no
further
passage
for
those
on
foot
.
Already
the
short
afternoon
was
past
,
and
a
dim
cloudy
dusk
was
closing
in
.
They
sat
beside
the
water
listening
to
the
confused
rush
and
roar
of
the
Rapids
hidden
in
the
mist
;
they
were
tired
and
sleepy
,
and
their
hearts
were
as
gloomy
as
the
dying
day
.
"
Well
,
here
we
are
,
and
here
we
must
pass
another
night
,
"
said
Boromir
.
"
We
need
sleep
,
and
even
if
Aragorn
had
a
mind
to
pass
the
Gates
of
Argonath
by
night
,
we
are
all
too
tired-except
,
no
doubt
,
our
sturdy
dwarf
.
"
Gimli
made
no
reply
:
he
was
nodding
as
he
sat
.
"
Let
us
rest
as
much
as
we
can
now
,
"
said
Aragorn
.
"
Tomorrow
we
must
journey
by
day
again
.
Unless
the
weather
changes
once
more
and
cheats
us
,
we
shall
have
a
good
chance
of
slipping
through
,
unseen
by
any
eyes
on
the
eastern
shore
.
But
tonight
two
must
watch
together
in
turns
:
three
hours
off
and
one
on
guard
.
"
Nothing
happened
that
night
worse
than
a
brief
drizzle
of
rain
an
hour
before
dawn
.
As
soon
as
it
was
fully
light
they
started
.
Already
the
fog
was
thinning
.
They
kept
as
close
as
they
could
to
the
western
side
,
and
they
could
see
the
dim
shapes
of
the
low
cliffs
rising
ever
higher
,
shadowy
walls
with
their
feet
in
the
hurrying
river
.
In
the
mid-morning
the
clouds
drew
down
lower
,
and
it
began
to
rain
heavily
.
They
drew
the
skin-covers
over
their
boats
to
prevent
them
from
being
flooded
,
and
drifted
on
:
little
could
be
seen
before
them
or
about
them
through
the
grey
falling
curtains
.
