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'
To
Minas
Tirith
,
before
the
seas
of
war
surround
it
.
'
'
Oh
!
And
how
far
is
that
?
'
'
Leagues
upon
leagues
,
'
answered
Gandalf
.
'
Thrice
as
far
as
the
dwellings
of
King
Théoden
,
and
they
are
more
than
a
hundred
miles
east
from
here
,
as
the
messengers
of
Mordor
fly
.
Shadowfax
must
run
a
longer
road
.
Which
will
prove
the
swifter
?
'
We
shall
ride
now
till
daybreak
,
and
that
is
some
hours
away
.
Then
even
Shadowfax
must
rest
,
in
some
hollow
of
the
hills
:
at
Edoras
,
I
hope
.
Sleep
,
if
you
can
!
You
may
see
the
first
glimmer
of
dawn
upon
the
golden
roof
of
the
house
of
Eorl
.
And
in
two
days
thence
you
shall
see
the
purple
shadow
of
Mount
Mindolluin
and
the
walls
of
the
tower
of
Denethor
white
in
the
morning
.
'
Away
now
,
Shadowfax
!
Run
,
greatheart
,
run
as
you
have
never
run
before
!
Now
we
are
come
to
the
lands
where
you
were
foaled
and
every
stone
you
know
.
Run
now
!
Hope
is
in
speed
!
'
Shadowfax
tossed
his
head
and
cried
aloud
,
as
if
a
trumpet
had
summoned
him
to
battle
.
Then
he
sprang
forward
.
Fire
flew
from
his
feet
;
night
rushed
over
him
.
As
he
fell
slowly
into
sleep
,
Pippin
had
a
strange
feeling
:
he
and
Gandalf
were
still
as
stone
,
seated
upon
the
statue
of
a
running
horse
,
while
the
world
rolled
away
beneath
his
feet
with
a
great
noise
of
wind
.
'
Well
,
master
,
we
're
in
a
fix
and
no
mistake
,
'
said
Sam
Gamgee
.
He
stood
despondently
with
hunched
shoulders
beside
Frodo
,
and
peered
out
with
puckered
eyes
into
the
gloom
.
It
was
the
third
evening
since
they
had
fled
from
the
Company
,
as
far
as
they
could
tell
:
they
had
almost
lost
count
of
the
hours
during
which
they
had
climbed
and
laboured
among
the
barren
slopes
and
stones
of
the
Emyn
Muil
,
sometimes
retracing
their
steps
because
they
could
find
no
way
forward
,
sometimes
discovering
that
they
had
wandered
in
a
circle
back
to
where
they
had
been
hours
before
.
Yet
on
the
whole
they
had
worked
steadily
eastward
,
keeping
as
near
as
they
could
find
a
way
to
the
outer
edge
of
this
strange
twisted
knot
of
hills
.
But
always
they
found
its
outward
faces
sheer
,
high
and
impassable
,
frowning
over
the
plain
below
;
beyond
its
tumbled
skirts
lay
livid
festering
marshes
where
nothing
moved
and
not
even
a
bird
was
to
be
seen
.
The
hobbits
stood
now
on
the
brink
of
a
tall
cliff
,
bare
and
bleak
,
its
feet
wrapped
in
mist
;
and
behind
them
rose
the
broken
highlands
crowned
with
drifting
cloud
.
A
chill
wind
'
blew
from
the
East
.
Night
was
gathering
over
the
shapeless
lands
before
them
;
the
sickly
green
of
them
was
fading
to
a
sullen
brown
.
Far
away
to
the
right
the
Anduin
,
that
had
gleamed
fitfully
in
sun-breaks
during
the
day
,
was
now
hidden
in
shadow
.
But
their
eyes
did
not
look
beyond
the
River
,
back
to
Gondor
,
to
their
friends
,
to
the
lands
of
Men
.
South
and
east
they
stared
to
where
,
at
the
edge
of
the
oncoming
night
,
a
dark
line
hung
,
like
distant
mountains
of
motionless
smoke
.
