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They
could
see
it
running
on
into
the
wood
,
wide
in
places
and
open
above
,
though
every
now
and
again
the
trees
drew
in
and
overshadowed
it
with
their
dark
boughs
.
Up
this
path
they
rode
.
They
were
still
climbing
gently
,
but
they
now
went
much
quicker
,
and
with
better
heart
;
for
it
seemed
to
them
that
the
Forest
had
relented
,
and
was
going
to
let
them
pass
unhindered
after
al.
.
But
after
a
while
the
air
began
to
get
hot
and
stuffy
.
The
trees
drew
close
again
on
either
side
,
and
they
could
no
longer
see
far
ahead
.
Now
stronger
than
ever
they
felt
again
the
ill
will
of
the
wood
pressing
on
them
.
So
silent
was
it
that
the
fall
of
their
ponies
'
hoofs
,
rustling
on
dead
leaves
and
occasionaly
stumbling
on
hidden
roots
,
seemed
to
thud
in
their
ears
.
Frodo
tried
to
sing
a
song
to
encourage
them
,
but
his
voice
sank
to
a
murmur
.
O
!
Wanderers
in
the
shadowed
land
despair
not
!
For
though
dark
they
stand
,
all
woods
there
be
must
end
at
last
,
and
see
the
open
sun
go
past
:
the
setting
sun
,
the
rising
sun
,
the
day
's
end
,
or
the
day
begun
.
For
east
or
west
all
woods
must
faill
...
Faill
-
even
as
he
said
the
word
his
voice
faded
into
silence
.
The
air
seemed
heavy
and
the
making
of
words
wearisome
.
Just
behind
them
a
large
branch
fell
from
an
old
overhanging
tree
with
a
crash
into
the
path
.
The
trees
seemed
to
close
in
before
them
.
"
They
do
not
like
all
that
about
ending
and
failing
,
"
said
Merry
.
"
I
should
not
sing
any
more
at
present
.
Wait
till
we
do
get
to
the
edge
,
and
then
we
'll
turn
and
give
them
a
rousing
chorus
!
"
He
spoke
cheerfuly
,
and
if
he
felt
any
great
anxiety
,
he
did
not
show
it
.
The
others
did
not
answer
.
They
were
depressed
.
A
heavy
weight
was
settling
steadily
on
Frodo
's
heart
,
and
he
regretted
now
with
every
step
forward
that
he
had
ever
thought
of
chalenging
the
menace
of
the
trees
.
He
was
,
indeed
,
just
about
to
stop
and
propose
going
back
(
if
that
was
still
possible
)
,
when
things
took
a
new
turn
.
The
path
stopped
climbing
,
and
became
for
a
while
nearly
level
.
The
dark
trees
drew
aside
,
and
ahead
they
could
see
the
path
going
almost
straight
forward
.
Before
them
,
but
some
distance
off
,
there
stood
a
green
hil-top
,
treeless
,
rising
like
a
bald
head
out
of
the
encircling
wood
.
The
path
seemed
to
be
making
directly
for
it
.
They
now
hurried
forward
again
,
delighted
with
the
thought
of
climbing
out
for
a
while
above
the
roof
of
the
Forest
.
The
path
dipped
,
and
then
again
began
to
climb
upwards
,
leading
them
at
last
to
the
foot
of
the
steep
hilside
.
There
it
left
the
trees
and
faded
into
the
turf
.
The
wood
stood
all
round
the
hill
like
thick
hair
that
ended
sharply
in
a
circle
round
a
shaven
crown
.
The
hobbits
led
their
ponies
up
,
winding
round
and
round
until
they
reached
the
top
.
There
they
stood
and
gazed
about
them
.
The
air
was
gleaming
and
sunlit
,
but
hazy
;
and
they
could
not
see
to
any
great
distance
.
Near
at
hand
the
mist
was
now
almost
gone
;
though
here
and
there
it
lay
in
holows
of
the
wood
,
and
to
the
south
of
them
,
out
of
a
deep
fold
cutting
right
across
the
Forest
,
the
fog
still
rose
like
steam
or
wisps
of
white
smoke
.
"
That
,
"
said
Merry
,
pointing
with
his
hand
,
'
that
is
the
line
of
the
Withywindle
.
It
comes
down
out
of
the
Downs
and
flows
south-west
through
the
midst
of
the
Forest
to
join
the
Brandywine
below
Haysend
.
We
do
n't
want
to
go
that
way
!
The
Withywindle
valey
is
said
to
be
the
queerest
part
of
the
whole
wood
-
the
centre
from
which
all
the
queerness
comes
,
as
it
were
.
"
