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'
Three
suns
already
have
risen
on
our
chase
and
brought
no
counsel
'
said
Gimli
.
The
night
grew
ever
colder
.
Aragorn
and
Gimli
slept
fitfully
,
and
whenever
they
awoke
they
saw
Legolas
standing
beside
them
,
or
walking
to
and
fro
,
singing
softly
to
himself
in
his
own
tongue
,
and
as
he
sang
the
white
stars
opened
in
the
hard
black
vault
above
.
So
the
night
passed
.
Together
they
watched
the
dawn
grow
slowly
in
the
sky
,
now
bare
and
cloudless
,
until
at
last
the
sunrise
came
.
It
was
pale
and
clear
.
The
wind
was
in
the
East
and
all
the
mists
had
rolled
away
;
wide
lands
lay
bleak
about
them
in
the
bitter
light
.
Ahead
and
eastward
they
saw
the
windy
uplands
of
the
Wold
of
Rohan
that
they
had
already
glimpsed
many
days
ago
from
the
Great
River
.
North-westward
stalked
the
dark
forest
of
Fangorn
;
still
ten
leagues
away
stood
its
shadowy
eaves
,
and
its
further
slopes
faded
into
the
distant
blue
.
Beyond
there
glimmered
far
away
,
as
if
floating
on
a
grey
cloud
,
the
white
head
of
tall
Methedras
,
the
last
peak
of
the
Misty
Mountains
.
Out
of
the
forest
the
Entwash
flowed
to
meet
them
,
its
stream
now
swift
and
narrow
,
and
its
banks
deep-cloven
.
The
orc-trail
turned
from
the
downs
towards
it
.
Following
with
his
keen
eyes
the
trail
to
the
river
,
and
then
the
river
back
towards
the
forest
,
Aragorn
saw
a
shadow
on
the
distant
green
,
a
dark
swift-moving
blur
.
He
cast
himself
upon
the
ground
and
listened
again
intently
.
But
Legolas
stood
beside
him
,
shading
his
bright
elven-eyes
with
his
long
slender
hand
,
and
he
saw
not
a
shadow
,
nor
a
blur
,
but
the
small
figures
of
horsemen
,
many
horsemen
,
and
the
glint
of
morning
on
the
tips
of
their
spears
was
like
the
twinkle
of
minute
stars
beyond
the
edge
of
mortal
sight
.
Far
behind
them
a
dark
smoke
rose
in
thin
curling
threads
.
There
was
a
silence
in
the
empty
fields
,
arid
Gimli
could
hear
the
air
moving
in
the
grass
.
'
Riders
!
'
cried
Aragorn
,
springing
to
his
feet
.
'M
any
riders
on
swift
steeds
are
coming
towards
us
!
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Legolas
,
'
there
are
one
hundred
and
five
.
Yellow
is
their
hair
,
and
bright
are
their
spears
.
Their
leader
is
very
tall
.
'
Aragorn
smiled
.
'
Keen
are
the
eyes
of
the
Elves
,
'
he
said
.
'N
ay
!
The
riders
are
little
more
than
five
leagues
distant
,
'
said
Legolas
.
