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"
Why
?
Where
are
you
going
?
"
asked
Frodo
.
"
For
tonight
we
go
to
the
woods
on
the
hils
above
Woodhal
.
It
is
some
miles
,
but
you
shal
have
rest
at
the
end
of
it
,
and
it
will
shorten
your
journey
tomorrow
.
"
They
now
marched
on
again
in
silence
,
and
passed
like
shadows
and
faint
lights
:
for
Elves
(
even
more
than
hobbits
)
could
walk
when
they
wished
without
sound
or
footfal
.
Pippin
soon
began
to
feel
sleepy
,
and
staggered
once
or
twice
;
but
each
time
a
tall
Elf
at
his
side
put
out
his
arm
and
saved
him
from
a
fal
.
Sam
walked
along
at
Frodo
's
side
,
as
if
in
a
dream
,
with
an
expression
on
his
face
half
of
fear
and
half
of
astonished
joy
.
The
woods
on
either
side
became
denser
;
the
trees
were
now
younger
and
thicker
;
and
as
the
lane
went
lower
,
running
down
into
a
fold
of
the
hils
,
there
were
many
deep
brakes
of
hazel
on
the
rising
slopes
at
either
hand
.
At
last
the
Elves
turned
aside
from
the
path
.
A
green
ride
lay
almost
unseen
through
the
thickets
on
the
right
;
and
this
they
folowed
as
it
wound
away
back
up
the
wooded
slopes
on
to
the
top
of
a
shoulder
of
the
hils
that
stood
out
into
the
lower
land
of
the
river-valey
.
Suddenly
they
came
out
of
the
shadow
of
the
trees
,
and
before
them
lay
a
wide
space
of
grass
,
grey
under
the
night
.
On
three
sides
the
woods
pressed
upon
it
;
but
eastward
the
ground
fell
steeply
and
the
tops
of
the
dark
trees
,
growing
at
the
bottom
of
the
slope
,
were
below
their
feet
.
Beyond
,
the
low
lands
lay
dim
and
flat
under
the
stars
.
Nearer
at
hand
a
few
lights
twinkled
in
the
vilage
of
Woodhal
.
The
Elves
sat
on
the
grass
and
spoke
together
in
soft
voices
;
they
seemed
to
take
no
further
notice
of
the
hobbits
.
Frodo
and
his
companions
wrapped
themselves
in
cloaks
and
blankets
,
and
drowsiness
stole
over
them
.
The
night
grew
on
,
and
the
lights
in
the
valey
went
out
.
Pippin
fell
asleep
,
pilowed
on
a
green
hilock
.
Away
high
in
the
East
swung
Remmirath
,
the
Netted
Stars
,
and
slowly
above
the
mists
red
Borgil
rose
,
glowing
like
a
jewel
of
fire
.
Then
by
some
shift
of
airs
all
the
mist
was
drawn
away
like
a
veil
,
and
there
leaned
up
,
as
he
climbed
over
the
rim
of
the
world
,
the
Swordsman
of
the
Sky
,
Menelvagor
with
his
shining
belt
.
The
Elves
all
burst
into
song
.
Suddenly
under
the
trees
a
fire
sprang
up
with
a
red
light
.
"
Come
!
"
the
Elves
caled
to
the
hobbits
.
"
Come
!
Now
is
the
time
for
speech
and
merriment
!
"
Pippin
sat
up
and
rubbed
his
eyes
.
He
shivered
.
"
There
is
a
fire
in
the
hal
,
and
food
for
hungry
guests
,
"
said
an
Elf
standing
before
him
.
At
the
south
end
of
the
greensward
there
was
an
opening
.
There
the
green
floor
ran
on
into
the
wood
,
and
formed
a
wide
space
like
a
hal
,
roofed
by
the
boughs
of
trees
.
Their
great
trunks
ran
like
pilars
down
each
side
.
In
the
middle
there
was
a
wood-fire
blazing
,
and
upon
the
tree-pilars
torches
with
lights
of
gold
and
silver
were
burning
steadily
.
