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There
was
no
sound
,
except
an
occasional
drip
of
moisture
faling
through
the
still
leaves
.
For
the
moment
there
was
no
whispering
or
movement
among
the
branches
;
but
they
all
got
an
uncomfortable
feeling
that
they
were
being
watched
with
disapproval
,
deepening
to
dislike
and
even
enmity
.
The
feeling
steadily
grew
,
until
they
found
themselves
looking
up
quickly
,
or
glancing
back
over
their
shoulders
,
as
if
they
expected
a
sudden
blow
.
There
was
not
as
yet
any
sign
of
a
path
,
and
the
trees
seemed
constantly
to
bar
their
way
.
Pippin
suddenly
felt
that
he
could
not
bear
it
any
longer
,
and
without
warning
let
out
a
shout
.
"
Oi
!
Oi
!
"
he
cried
.
"
I
am
not
going
to
do
anything
.
Just
let
me
pass
through
,
will
you
!
"
The
others
halted
startled
;
but
the
cry
fell
as
if
muffled
by
a
heavy
curtain
.
There
was
no
echo
or
answer
though
the
wood
seemed
to
become
more
crowded
and
more
watchful
than
before
.
"
I
should
not
shout
,
if
I
were
you
,
"
said
Merry
.
It
does
more
harm
than
good
.
"
Frodo
began
to
wonder
if
it
were
possible
to
find
a
way
through
,
and
if
he
had
been
right
to
make
the
others
come
into
this
abominable
wood
.
Merry
was
looking
from
side
to
side
,
and
seemed
already
uncertain
which
way
to
go
.
Pippin
noticed
it
.
"
It
has
not
taken
you
long
to
lose
us
,
"
he
said
.
But
at
that
moment
Merry
gave
a
whistle
of
relief
and
pointed
ahead
.
"
Wel
,
wel
!
"
he
said
.
"
These
trees
do
shift
.
There
is
the
Bonfire
Glade
in
front
of
us
(
or
I
hope
so
)
,
but
the
path
to
it
seems
to
have
moved
away
!
"
The
light
grew
clearer
as
they
went
forward
.
Suddenly
they
came
out
of
the
trees
and
found
themselves
in
a
wide
circular
space
.
There
was
sky
above
them
,
blue
and
clear
to
their
surprise
,
for
down
under
the
Forest-roof
they
had
not
been
able
to
see
the
rising
morning
and
the
lifting
of
the
mist
.
The
sun
was
not
,
however
,
high
enough
yet
to
shine
down
into
the
clearing
,
though
its
light
was
on
the
tree-tops
.
The
leaves
were
all
thicker
and
greener
about
the
edges
of
the
glade
,
enclosing
it
with
an
almost
solid
wal
.
No
tree
grew
there
,
only
rough
grass
and
many
tall
plants
:
stalky
and
faded
hemlocks
and
wood-parsley
,
fire-weed
seeding
into
fluffy
ashes
,
and
rampant
nettles
and
thistles
.
A
dreary
place
:
but
it
seemed
a
charming
and
cheerful
garden
after
the
close
Forest
.
The
hobbits
felt
encouraged
,
and
looked
up
hopefuly
at
the
broadening
daylight
in
the
sky
.
At
the
far
side
of
the
glade
there
was
a
break
in
the
wall
of
trees
,
and
a
clear
path
beyond
it
.
