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'

Then

you

'd

best

learn

something

,

if

you

wish

to

understand

what

is

happening

.

But

not

just

now

,

and

not

from

me

:

I

have

too

many

pressing

things

to

think

about

.

'

'

All

right

,

I

'll

tackle

Strider

by

the

camp-fire

:

he

's

less

testy

.

But

why

all

this

secrecy

?

I

thought

we

'd

won

the

battle

!

'

Yes

,

we

have

won

,

but

only

the

first

victor

and

that

in

itself

increases

our

danger

.

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There

was

some

link

between

Isengard

and

Mordor

,

which

I

have

not

yet

fathomed

.

How

they

exchanged

news

I

am

not

sure

;

but

they

did

so

.

The

Eye

of

Barad-dûr

will

be

looking

impatiently

towards

the

Wizard

's

Vale

,

I

think

;

and

towards

Rohan

.

The

less

it

sees

the

better

.

'

The

road

passed

slowly

,

winding

down

the

valley

.

Now

further

,

and

now

nearer

Isen

flowed

in

its

stony

bed

.

Night

came

down

from

the

mountains

.

All

the

mists

were

gone

.

A

chill

wind

blew

.

The

moon

,

now

waxing

round

,

filled

the

eastern

sky

with

a

pale

cold

sheen

.

The

shoulders

of

the

mountain

to

their

right

sloped

down

to

bare

hills

.

The

wide

plains

opened

grey

before

them

.

At

last

they

halted

.

Then

they

turned

aside

,

leaving

the

highway

and

taking

to

the

sweet

upland

turf

again

.

Going

westward

a

mile

or

so

they

came

to

a

dale

.

It

opened

southward

,

leaning

back

into

the

slope

of

round

Dol

Baran

,

the

last

hill

of

the

northern

ranges

,

greenfooted

,

crowned

with

heather

.

The

sides

of

the

glen

were

shaggy

with

last

year

's

bracken

,

among

which

the

tight-curled

fronds

of

spring

were

just

thrusting

through

the

sweet-scented

earth

.

Thornbushes

grew

thick

upon

the

low

banks

,

and

under

them

they

made

their

camp

,

two

hours

or

so

before

the

middle

of

the

night

.

They

lit

a

fire

in

a

hollow

,

down

among

the

roots

of

a

spreading

hawthorn

,

tall

as

a

tree

,

writhen

with

age

;

but

hale

in

every

limb

.

Buds

were

swelling

at

each

twig

's

tip

.

Guards

were

set

,

two

at

a

watch

.

The

rest

,

after

they

had

supped

,

wrapped

themselves

in

a

cloak

and

blanket

and

slept

.

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The

hobbits

lay

in

a

corner

by

themselves

upon

a

pile

of

old

bracken

.

Merry

was

sleepy

,

but

Pippin

now

seemed

curiously

restless

.

The

bracken

cracked

and

rustled

,

as

he

twisted

and

turned

.

'

What

's

the

matter

?

'

asked

Merry

.

'

Are

you

lying

on

an

ant-hill

?

'

'N

o

,

'

said

Pippin

,

'

but

I

'm

not

comfortable

.

I

wonder

how

long

it

is

since

I

slept

in

a

bed

?

'

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