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'
Look
!
'
cried
Legolas
,
pointing
up
into
the
pale
sky
above
them
.
'
There
is
the
eagle
again
!
He
is
very
high
.
He
seems
to
be
flying
now
away
,
from
this
land
back
to
the
North
.
He
is
going
with
great
speed
.
Look
!
'
'N
o
,
not
even
my
eyes
can
see
him
,
my
good
Legolas
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
He
must
be
far
aloft
indeed
.
I
wonder
what
is
his
errand
,
if
he
is
the
same
bird
that
I
have
seen
before
.
But
look
!
I
can
see
something
nearer
at
hand
and
more
urgent
;
there
is
something
moving
over
the
plain
!
'
'M
any
things
,
'
said
Legolas
.
'
It
is
a
great
company
on
foot
;
but
I
can
not
say
more
,
nor
see
what
kind
of
folk
they
may
be
.
They
are
many
leagues
away
:
twelve
,
I
guess
;
but
the
flatness
of
the
plain
is
hard
to
measure
.
'
'
I
think
,
nonetheless
,
that
we
no
longer
need
any
trail
to
tell
us
which
way
to
go
,
'
said
Gimli
.
'
Let
us
find
a
path
down
to
the
fields
as
quick
as
may
be
.
'
'
I
doubt
if
you
will
find
a
path
quicker
than
the
one
that
the
Orcs
chose
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
They
followed
their
enemies
now
by
the
clear
light
of
day
.
It
seemed
that
the
Orcs
had
pressed
on
with
all
possible
speed
.
Every
now
and
again
the
pursuers
found
things
that
had
been
dropped
or
cast
away
:
food-bags
,
the
rinds
and
crusts
of
hard
grey
bread
.
a
torn
black
cloak
,
a
heavy
iron-nailed
shoe
broken
on
the
stones
.
The
trail
led
them
north
along
the
top
of
the
escarpment
,
and
at
length
they
came
to
a
deep
cleft
carved
in
the
rock
by
a
stream
that
splashed
noisily
down
.
In
the
narrow
ravine
a
rough
path
descended
like
a
steep
stair
into
the
plain
.
At
the
bottom
they
came
with
a
strange
suddenness
on
the
grass
of
Rohan
.
It
swelled
like
a
green
sea
up
to
the
very
foot
of
the
Emyn
Muil
.
The
falling
stream
vanished
into
a
deep
growth
of
cresses
and
water-plants
,
and
they
could
hear
it
tinkling
away
in
green
tunnels
,
down
long
gentle
slopes
towards
the
fens
of
Entwash
Vale
far
away
.
They
seemed
to
have
left
winter
clinging
to
the
hills
behind
.
Here
the
air
was
softer
and
warmer
,
and
faintly
scented
,
as
if
spring
was
already
stirring
and
the
sap
was
flowing
again
in
herb
and
leaf
.
Legolas
took
a
deep
breath
,
like
one
that
drinks
a
great
draught
after
long
thirst
in
barren
places
.
'
Ah
!
the
green
smell
!
'
he
said
.
'
It
is
better
than
much
sleep
.
Let
us
run
!
'
