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'
They
are
far
far
away
,
'
he
said
sadly
,
turning
to
Aragorn
.
'
I
know
in
my
heart
that
they
have
not
rested
this
night
.
Only
an
eagle
could
overtake
them
now
.
'
'N
onetheless
we
will
still
follow
as
we
may
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
Stooping
he
roused
the
Dwarf
.
'
Come
!
We
must
go
,
'
he
said
.
'
The
scent
is
growing
cold
.
'
'
But
it
is
still
dark
,
'
said
Gimli
.
'
Even
Legolas
on
a
hill-top
could
not
see
them
till
the
Sun
is
up
.
'
'
I
fear
they
have
passed
beyond
my
sight
from
hill
or
plain
,
under
moon
or
sun
,
'
said
Legolas
.
'
Where
sight
fails
the
earth
may
bring
us
rumour
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
The
land
must
groan
under
their
hated
feet
.
'
He
stretched
himself
upon
the
ground
with
his
ear
pressed
against
the
turf
.
He
lay
there
motionless
,
for
so
long
a
time
that
Gimli
wondered
if
he
had
swooned
or
fallen
asleep
again
.
Dawn
came
glimmering
,
and
slowly
a
grey
light
grew
about
them
.
At
last
he
rose
,
and
now
his
friends
could
see
his
face
:
it
was
pale
and
drawn
,
and
his
look
was
troubled
.
'
The
rumour
of
the
earth
is
dim
and
confused
,
'
he
said
.
'N
othing
walks
upon
it
for
many
miles
about
us
.
Faint
and
far
are
the
feet
of
our
enemies
.
But
loud
are
the
hoofs
of
the
horses
.
It
comes
to
my
mind
that
I
heard
them
,
even
as
I
lay
on
the
ground
in
sleep
,
and
they
troubled
my
dreams
:
horses
galloping
,
passing
in
the
West
.
But
now
they
are
drawing
ever
further
from
us
,
riding
northward
.
I
wonder
what
is
happening
in
this
land
!
'
'
Let
us
go
!
'
said
Legolas
.
So
the
third
day
of
their
pursuit
began
.
During
all
its
long
hours
of
cloud
and
fitful
sun
they
hardly
paused
,
now
striding
,
now
running
,
as
if
no
weariness
could
quench
the
fire
that
burned
them
.
They
seldom
spoke
.
Over
the
wide
solitude
they
passed
and
their
elven-cloaks
faded
against
the
background
of
the
grey-green
fields
;
even
in
the
cool
sunlight
of
mid-day
few
but
elvish
eyes
would
have
marked
them
,
until
they
were
close
at
hand
.
Often
in
their
hearts
they
thanked
the
Lady
of
Lórien
for
the
gift
of
lembas
,
for
they
could
eat
of
it
and
find
new
strength
even
as
they
ran
.
All
day
the
track
of
their
enemies
led
straight
on
,
going
north-west
without
a
break
or
turn
.
As
once
again
the
day
wore
to
its
end
they
came
to
long
treeless
slopes
,
where
the
land
rose
,
swelling
up
towards
a
line
of
low
humpbacked
downs
ahead
.
The
orc-trail
grew
fainter
as
it
bent
north
towards
them
,
for
the
ground
became
harder
and
the
grass
shorter
.
Far
away
to
the
left
the
river
Entwash
wound
,
a
silver
thread
in
a
green
floor
.
No
moving
thing
could
be
seen
.
Often
Aragorn
wondered
that
they
saw
no
sign
of
beast
or
man
.
