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The
sun
,
already
long
fallen
from
the
noon
,
was
shining
in
a
windy
sky
.
The
pent
waters
spread
out
into
a
long
oval
lake
,
pale
Nen
Hithoel
,
fenced
by
steep
grey
hills
whose
sides
were
clad
with
trees
,
but
their
heads
were
bare
,
cold-gleaming
in
the
sunlight
.
At
the
far
southern
end
rose
three
peaks
.
The
midmost
stood
somewhat
forward
from
the
others
and
sundered
from
them
,
an
island
in
the
waters
,
about
which
the
flowing
River
flung
pale
shimmering
arms
.
Distant
but
deep
there
came
up
on
the
wind
a
roaring
sound
like
the
roll
of
thunder
heard
far
away
.
"
Behold
Tol
Brandir
!
"
said
Aragorn
,
pointing
south
to
the
tall
peak
.
"
Upon
the
left
stands
Amon
Lhaw
,
and
upon
the
right
is
Amon
Hen
the
Hills
of
Hearing
and
of
Sight
.
In
the
days
of
the
great
kings
there
were
high
seats
upon
them
,
and
watch
was
kept
there
.
But
it
is
said
that
no
foot
of
man
or
beast
has
ever
been
set
upon
Tol
Brandir
.
Ere
the
shade
of
night
falls
we
shall
come
to
them
.
I
hear
the
endless
voice
of
Rauros
calling
.
"
The
Company
rested
now
for
a
while
,
drifting
south
on
the
current
that
flowed
through
the
middle
of
the
lake
.
They
ate
some
food
,
and
then
they
took
to
their
paddles
and
hastened
on
their
way
.
The
sides
of
the
westward
hills
fell
into
shadow
,
and
the
Sun
grew
round
and
red
.
Here
and
there
a
misty
star
peered
out
.
The
three
peaks
loomed
before
them
,
darkling
in
the
twilight
.
Rauros
was
roaring
with
a
great
voice
Already
night
was
laid
on
the
flowing
waters
when
the
travellers
came
at
last
under
the
shadow
of
the
hills
.
The
tenth
day
of
their
journey
was
over
.
Wilderland
was
behind
them
.
They
could
go
no
further
without
choice
between
the
east-way
and
the
west
.
The
last
stage
of
the
Quest
was
before
them
.
Aragorn
led
them
to
the
right
arm
of
the
River
.
Here
upon
its
western
side
under
the
shadow
of
Tol
Brandir
a
green
lawn
ran
down
to
the
water
from
the
feet
of
Amon
Hen
.
Behind
it
rose
the
first
gentle
slopes
of
the
hill
clad
with
trees
,
and
trees
marched
away
westward
along
the
curving
shores
of
the
lake
.
A
little
spring
fell
tumbling
down
and
fed
the
grass
.
"
Here
we
will
rest
tonight
,
"
said
Aragorn
.
"
This
is
the
lawn
of
Parth
Galen
:
a
fair
place
in
the
summer
days
of
old
.
Let
us
hope
that
no
evil
has
yet
come
here
.
"
They
drew
up
their
boats
on
the
green
banks
,
and
beside
them
they
made
their
camp
.
They
set
a
watch
,
but
had
no
sight
nor
sound
of
their
enemies
.
If
Gollum
had
contrived
to
follow
them
,
he
remained
unseen
and
unheard
.
Nonetheless
as
the
night
wore
on
Aragorn
grew
uneasy
,
tossing
often
in
his
sleep
and
waking
.
In
the
small
hours
he
got
up
and
came
to
Frodo
,
whose
turn
it
was
to
watch
.
"
Why
are
you
waking
?
"
asked
Frodo
.
"
It
is
not
your
watch
.
"
"
I
do
not
know
,
"
answered
Aragorn
;
"
but
a
shadow
and
a
threat
has
been
growing
in
my
sleep
.
It
would
be
well
to
draw
your
sword
.
"
