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'
Light
feet
may
run
swiftly
here
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'M
ore
swiftly
,
maybe
,
than
iron-shod
Orcs
.
Now
we
have
a
chance
to
lessen
their
lead
!
'
They
went
in
single
file
,
running
like
hounds
on
a
strong
scent
,
and
an
eager
light
was
in
their
eyes
.
Nearly
due
west
the
broad
swath
of
the
marching
Orcs
tramped
its
ugly
slot
;
the
sweet
grass
of
Rohan
had
been
bruised
and
blackened
as
they
passed
.
Presently
Aragorn
gave
a
cry
and
turned
aside
.
'S
tay
!
'
he
shouted
.
'D
o
not
follow
me
yet
!
'
He
ran
quickly
to
the
right
,
away
from
the
main
trail
;
for
he
had
seen
footprints
that
went
that
way
,
branching
off
from
the
others
,
the
marks
of
small
unshod
feet
.
These
,
however
,
did
not
go
far
before
they
were
crossed
by
orc-prints
,
also
coming
out
from
the
main
trail
behind
and
in
front
,
and
then
they
curved
sharply
back
again
and
were
lost
in
the
trampling
.
At
the
furthest
point
Aragorn
stooped
and
picked
up
something
from
the
grass
;
then
he
ran
back
.
'
Yes
,
'
he
said
,
'
they
are
quite
plain
:
a
hobbit
's
footprints
.
Pippin
's
I
think
.
He
is
smaller
than
the
other
.
And
look
at
this
!
He
held
up
a
thing
that
glittered
in
the
sunlight
.
It
looked
like
the
new-opened
leaf
of
a
beech-tree
,
fair
and
strange
in
that
treeless
plain
.
'
The
brooch
of
an
elven-cloak
!
'
cried
Legolas
and
Gimli
together
.
'N
ot
idly
do
the
leaves
of
Lórien
fall
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
This
did
not
drop
by
chance
:
it
was
cast
away
as
a
token
to
any
that
might
follow
.
I
think
Pippin
ran
away
from
the
trail
for
that
purpose
.
'
'
Then
he
at
least
was
alive
,
'
said
Gimli
.
'
And
he
had
the
use
of
his
wits
,
and
of
his
legs
too
.
That
is
heartening
.
We
do
not
pursue
in
vain
.
'
'
Let
us
hope
that
he
did
not
pay
too
dearly
for
his
boldness
,
'
said
Legolas
.
'
Come
!
Let
us
go
on
!
The
thought
of
those
merry
young
folk
driven
like
cattle
burns
my
heart
.
'
The
sun
climbed
to
the
noon
and
then
rode
slowly
down
the
sky
.
Light
clouds
came
up
out
of
the
sea
in
the
distant
South
and
were
blown
away
upon
the
breeze
.
The
sun
sank
.
Shadows
rose
behind
and
reached
out
long
arms
from
the
East
.
Still
the
hunters
held
on
.
One
day
now
had
passed
since
Boromir
fell
,
and
the
Orcs
were
yet
far
ahead
.
No
longer
could
any
sight
of
them
be
seen
in
the
level
plains
.
As
nightshade
was
closing
about
them
Aragorn
halted
.
Only
twice
in
the
day
's
march
had
they
rested
for
a
brief
while
,
and
twelve
leagues
now
lay
between
them
and
the
eastern
wall
where
they
had
stood
at
dawn
.
'
We
have
come
at
last
to
a
hard
choice
,
'
he
said
.
