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The
dwellings
of
the
Rohirrim
were
for
the
most
part
many
leagues
away
to
the
South
,
under
the
wooded
eaves
of
the
White
Mountains
,
now
hidden
in
mist
and
cloud
;
yet
the
Horse-lords
had
formerly
kept
many
herds
and
studs
in
the
Eastemnet
,
this
easterly
region
of
their
realm
,
and
there
the
herdsmen
had
wandered
much
,
living
in
camp
and
tent
,
even
in
winter-time
.
But
now
all
the
land
was
empty
,
and
there
was
silence
that
did
not
seem
to
be
the
quiet
of
peace
.
At
dusk
they
halted
again
.
Now
twice
twelve
leagues
they
had
passed
over
the
plains
of
Rohan
and
the
wall
of
the
Emyn
Muil
was
lost
in
the
shadows
of
the
East
.
The
young
moon
was
glimmering
in
a
misty
sky
,
but
it
gave
small
light
,
and
the
stars
were
veiled
.
'N
ow
do
I
most
grudge
a
time
of
rest
or
any
halt
in
our
chase
'
said
Legolas
.
'
The
Orcs
have
run
before
us
,
as
if
the
very
whips
of
Sauron
were
behind
them
.
I
fear
they
have
already
reached
the
forest
and
the
dark
hills
,
and
even
now
are
passing
into
the
shadows
of
the
trees
.
'
Gimli
ground
his
teeth
.
'
This
is
a
bitter
end
to
our
hope
and
to
all
our
toil
!
'
he
said
.
'
To
hope
,
maybe
,
but
not
to
toil
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
We
shall
not
turn
back
here
.
Yet
I
am
weary
.
'
He
gazed
back
along
the
way
that
they
had
come
towards
the
night
gathering
in
the
East
.
'
There
is
something
strange
at
work
in
this
land
.
I
distrust
the
silence
.
I
distrust
even
the
pale
Moon
.
The
stars
are
faint
;
and
I
am
weary
as
I
have
seldom
been
before
,
weary
as
no
Ranger
should
be
with
a
clear
trail
to
follow
.
There
is
some
will
that
lends
speed
to
our
foes
and
sets
an
unseen
barrier
before
us
:
a
weariness
that
is
in
the
heart
more
than
in
the
limb
.
'
'
Truly
!
'
said
Legolas
.
'
That
I
have
known
since
first
we
came
down
from
the
Emyn
Muil
.
For
the
will
is
not
behind
us
but
before
us
.
'
He
pointed
away
over
the
land
of
Rohan
into
the
darkling
West
under
the
sickle
moon
.
'S
aruman
!
'
muttered
Aragorn
.
'
But
he
shall
not
turn
us
back
!
Halt
we
must
once
more
;
for
,
see
!
even
the
Moon
is
falling
into
gathering
cloud
.
But
north
lies
our
road
between
down
and
fen
when
day
returns
.
'
As
before
Legolas
was
first
afoot
,
if
indeed
he
had
ever
slept
.
'
Awake
!
Awake
!
'
he
cried
.
'
It
is
a
red
dawn
.
Strange
things
await
us
by
the
eaves
of
the
forest
.
Good
or
evil
,
I
do
not
know
;
but
we
are
called
.
Awake
!
'
The
others
sprang
up
,
and
almost
at
once
they
set
off
again
.
Slowly
the
downs
drew
near
.
It
was
still
an
hour
before
noon
when
they
reached
them
:
green
slopes
rising
to
bare
ridges
that
ran
in
a
line
straight
towards
the
North
.
At
their
feet
the
ground
was
dry
and
the
turf
short
,
but
a
long
strip
of
sunken
land
,
some
ten
miles
wide
,
lay
between
them
and
the
river
wandering
deep
in
dim
thickets
of
reed
and
rush
.
Just
to
the
West
of
the
southernmost
slope
there
was
a
great
ring
,
where
the
turf
had
been
torn
and
beaten
by
many
trampling
feet
.
From
it
the
orc-trail
ran
out
again
,
turning
north
along
the
dry
skirts
of
the
hills
.
Aragorn
halted
and
examined
the
tracks
closely
.
'
They
rested
here
a
while
,
'
he
said
,
'
but
even
the
outward
trail
is
already
old
.
