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And
here
he
was
a
little
halfling
from
the
Shire
,
a
simple
hobbit
of
the
quiet
countryside
expected
to
find
a
way
where
the
great
ones
could
not
go
,
or
dared
not
go
.
It
was
an
evil
fate
.
But
he
had
taken
it
on
himself
in
his
own
sitting-room
in
the
far-off
spring
of
another
year
,
so
remote
now
that
it
was
like
a
chapter
in
a
story
of
the
world
's
youth
,
when
the
Trees
of
Silver
and
Gold
were
still
in
bloom
.
This
was
an
evil
choice
.
Which
way
should
he
choose
?
And
if
both
led
to
terror
and
death
,
what
good
lay
in
choice
?
The
day
drew
on
.
A
deep
silence
fell
upon
the
little
grey
hollow
where
they
lay
,
so
near
to
the
borders
of
the
land
of
fear
:
a
silence
that
could
be
felt
,
as
if
it
were
a
thick
veil
that
cut
them
off
from
all
the
world
about
them
.
Above
them
was
a
dome
of
pale
sky
barred
with
fleeting
smoke
,
but
it
seemed
high
and
far
away
.
as
if
seen
through
great
deeps
of
air
heavy
with
brooding
thought
.
Not
even
an
eagle
poised
against
the
sun
would
have
marked
the
hobbits
sitting
there
,
under
the
weight
of
doom
,
silent
,
µ
not
moving
,
shrouded
in
their
thin
grey
cloaks
.
For
a
moment
he
might
have
paused
to
consider
Gollum
,
a
tiny
figure
sprawling
on
the
ground
:
there
perhaps
lay
the
famished
skeleton
of
some
child
of
Men
,
its
ragged
garment
still
clinging
to
it
,
its
long
arms
and
legs
almost
bone-white
and
bone-thin
:
no
flesh
worth
a
peck
.
Frodo
's
head
was
bowed
over
his
knees
,
but
Sam
leaned
back
,
with
hands
behind
his
head
,
staring
out
of
his
hood
at
the
empty
sky
.
At
least
for
a
long
while
it
was
empty
.
Then
presently
Sam
thought
he
saw
a
dark
bird-like
figure
wheel
into
the
circle
of
his
sight
,
and
hover
,
and
then
wheel
away
again
.
Two
more
followed
,
and
then
a
fourth
.
They
were
very
small
to
look
at
,
yet
he
knew
,
somehow
,
that
they
were
huge
,
with
a
vast
stretch
of
pinion
,
flying
at
a
great
height
.
He
covered
his
eyes
and
bent
forward
,
cowering
.
The
same
warning
fear
was
on
him
as
he
had
felt
in
the
presence
of
the
Black
Riders
,
the
helpless
horror
that
had
come
with
the
cry
in
the
wind
and
the
shadow
on
the
moon
,
though
now
it
was
not
so
crushing
or
compelling
:
the
menace
was
more
remote
.
But
menace
it
was
.
Frodo
felt
it
too
.
His
thought
was
broken
.
He
stirred
and
shivered
,
but
he
did
not
look
up
.
Gollum
huddled
himself
together
like
a
cornered
spider
.
The
winged
shapes
wheeled
,
and
stooped
swiftly
down
,
speeding
back
to
Mordor
.
Sam
took
a
deep
breath
.
'
The
Riders
are
about
again
,
up
in
the
air
,
'
he
said
in
a
hoarse
whisper
.
'
I
saw
them
.
Do
you
think
they
could
see
us
?
They
were
very
high
up
.
And
if
they
are
Black
Riders
same
as
before
,
then
they
ca
n't
see
much
by
daylight
,
can
they
?
'
'N
o
,
perhaps
not
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
But
their
steeds
could
see
.
And
these
winged
creatures
that
they
ride
on
now
,
they
can
probably
see
more
than
any
other
creature
.
They
are
like
great
carrion
birds
.
They
are
looking
for
something
:
the
Enemy
is
on
the
watch
,
I
fear
.
'
The
feeling
of
dread
passed
,
but
the
enfolding
silence
was
broken
.
For
some
time
they
had
been
cut
off
from
the
world
,
as
if
in
an
invisible
island
;
now
they
were
laid
bare
again
,
peril
had
returned
.
But
still
Frodo
did
not
speak
to
Gollum
or
make
his
choice
.
His
eyes
were
closed
,
as
if
he
were
dreaming
,
or
looking
inward
into
his
heart
and
memory
.
At
last
he
stirred
and
stood
up
,
and
it
seemed
that
he
was
about
to
speak
and
to
decide
.
But
'
hark
!
'
he
said
.
'
What
is
that
?
'
A
new
fear
was
upon
them
.
They
heard
singing
and
hoarse
shouting
.
At
first
it
seemed
a
long
way
off
,
but
it
drew
nearer
:
it
was
coming
towards
them
.
It
leaped
into
all
their
minds
that
the
Black
Wings
had
spied
them
and
had
sent
armed
soldiers
to
seize
them
:
no
speed
seemed
too
great
for
these
terrible
servants
of
Sauron
.
They
crouched
,
listening
.
The
voices
and
the
clink
of
weapons
and
harness
were
very
close
.
Frodo
and
Sam
loosened
their
small
swords
in
their
sheaths
.
Flight
was
impossible
.
