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"
Very
wel
!
"
said
Pippin
.
"
But
do
n't
forget
the
sniffing
!
"
The
hoofs
drew
nearer
.
They
had
no
time
to
find
any
hiding-place
better
than
the
general
darkness
under
the
trees
;
Sam
and
Pippin
crouched
behind
a
large
tree-bole
,
while
Frodo
crept
back
a
few
yards
towards
the
lane
.
It
showed
grey
and
pale
,
a
line
of
fading
light
through
the
wood
.
Above
it
the
stars
were
thick
in
the
dim
sky
,
but
there
was
no
moon
.
The
sound
of
hoofs
stopped
.
As
Frodo
watched
he
saw
something
dark
pass
across
the
lighter
space
between
two
trees
,
and
then
halt
.
It
looked
like
the
black
shade
of
a
horse
led
by
a
smaler
black
shadow
.
The
black
shadow
stood
close
to
the
point
where
they
had
left
the
path
,
and
it
swayed
from
side
to
side
.
Frodo
thought
he
heard
the
sound
of
snuffling
.
The
shadow
bent
to
the
ground
,
and
then
began
to
crawl
towards
him
.
Once
more
the
desire
to
slip
on
the
Ring
came
over
Frodo
;
but
this
time
it
was
stronger
than
before
.
So
strong
that
,
almost
before
he
realized
what
he
was
doing
,
his
hand
was
groping
in
his
pocket
.
But
at
that
moment
there
came
a
sound
like
mingled
song
and
laughter
.
Clear
voices
rose
and
fell
in
the
starlit
air
.
The
black
shadow
straightened
up
and
retreated
.
It
climbed
on
to
the
shadowy
horse
and
seemed
to
vanish
across
the
lane
into
the
darkness
on
the
other
side
.
Frodo
breathed
again
.
"
Elves
!
"
exclaimed
Sam
in
a
hoarse
whisper
.
"
Elves
,
sir
!
"
He
would
have
burst
out
of
the
trees
and
dashed
off
towards
the
voices
,
if
they
had
not
puled
him
back
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
Elves
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
One
can
meet
them
sometimes
in
the
Woody
End
.
They
do
n't
live
in
the
Shire
,
but
they
wander
into
it
in
Spring
and
Autumn
,
out
of
their
own
lands
away
beyond
the
Tower
Hils
.
I
am
thankful
that
they
do
!
You
did
not
see
,
but
that
Black
Rider
stopped
just
here
and
was
actualy
crawling
towards
us
when
the
song
began
.
As
soon
as
he
heard
the
voices
he
slipped
away
.
"
"
What
about
the
Elves
?
"
said
Sam
,
too
excited
to
trouble
about
the
rider
.
"
Ca
n't
we
go
and
see
them
?
"
"
Listen
!
They
are
coming
this
way
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
We
have
only
to
wait
.
"
The
singing
drew
nearer
.
One
clear
voice
rose
now
above
the
others
.
It
was
singing
in
the
fair
elven-tongue
,
of
which
Frodo
knew
only
a
little
,
and
the
others
knew
nothing
.
Yet
the
sound
blending
with
the
melody
seemed
to
shape
itself
in
their
thought
into
words
which
they
only
partly
understood
.
This
was
the
song
as
Frodo
heard
it
:
Snow-white
!
Snow-white
!
O
Lady
clear
!
