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'

Well

,

I

am

going

back

into

the

open

air

,

to

see

what

the

wind

and

sky

are

doing

!

'

said

Legolas

.

'

We

will

come

with

you

,

'

said

Aragorn

.

They

went

out

and

seated

themselves

upon

the

piled

stones

before

the

gateway

.

They

could

see

far

down

into

the

valley

now

;

the

mists

were

lifting

and

floating

away

upon

the

breeze

.

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'N

ow

let

us

take

our

ease

here

for

a

little

!

'

said

Aragorn

.

'

We

will

sit

on

the

edge

of

ruin

and

talk

,

as

Gandalf

says

,

while

he

is

busy

elsewhere

.

I

feel

a

weariness

such

as

I

have

seldom

felt

before

.

'

He

wrapped

his

grey

cloak

about

him

,

hiding

his

mail-shirt

,

and

stretched

out

his

long

legs

.

Then

he

lay

back

and

sent

from

his

lips

a

thin

stream

of

smoke

.

'

Look

!

'

said

Pippin

.

'S

trider

the

Ranger

has

come

back

!

'

'

He

has

never

been

away

,

'

said

Aragorn

.

'

I

am

Strider

and

Dúnadan

too

,

and

I

belong

both

to

Gondor

and

the

North

.

'

They

smoked

in

silence

for

a

while

,

and

the

sun

shone

on

them

;

slanting

into

the

valley

from

among

white

clouds

high

in

the

West

.

Legolas

lay

still

,

looking

up

at

the

sun

and

sky

with

steady

eyes

,

and

singing

softly

to

himself

.

At

last

he

sat

up

.

'

Come

now

!

'

he

said

.

'

Time

wears

on

,

and

the

mists

are

blowing

away

,

or

would

if

you

strange

folk

did

not

wreathe

yourselves

in

smoke

.

What

of

the

tale

?

'

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'

Well

,

my

tale

begins

with

waking

up

in

the

dark

and

finding

myself

all

strung-up

in

an

orc-camp

,

'

said

Pippin

.

'

Let

me

see

,

what

is

today

?

'

'

The

fifth

of

March

in

the

Shire-reckoning

,

'

said

Aragorn

.

Pippin

made

some

calculations

on

his

fingers

.

'

Only

nine

days

ago

!

'

he

said

.

1

'

It

seems

a

year

since

we

were

caught

.

Well

,

though

half

of

it

was

like

a

bad

dream

,

I

reckon

that

three

very

horrible

days

followed

.

Merry

will

correct

me

,

if

I

forget

anything

important

:

I

am

not

going

into

details

:

the

whips

and

the

filth

and

stench

and

all

that

;

it

does

not

bear

remembering

.

'

With

that

he

plunged

into

an

account

of

Boromir

's

last

fight

and

the

orc-march

from

Emyn

Muil

to

the

Forest

.

The

others

nodded

as

the

various

points

were

fitted

in

with

their

guesses

.

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