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The
day
passed
uneasily
.
They
lay
deep
in
the
heather
and
counted
out
the
slow
hours
,
in
which
there
seemed
little
change
;
for
they
were
still
under
the
shadows
of
the
Ephel
Dúath
,
and
the
sun
was
veiled
.
Frodo
slept
at
times
,
deeply
and
peacefully
,
either
trusting
Gollum
or
too
tired
to
trouble
about
him
;
but
Sam
found
it
difficult
to
do
more
than
doze
,
even
when
Gollum
was
plainly
fast
asleep
,
whiffling
and
twitching
in
his
secret
dreams
.
Hunger
,
perhaps
,
more
than
mistrust
kept
him
wakeful
:
he
had
begun
to
long
for
a
good
homely
meal
,
'
something
hot
out
of
the
pot
'
.
As
soon
as
the
land
faded
into
a
formless
grey
under
coming
night
,
they
started
out
again
.
In
a
little
while
Gollum
led
them
down
on
to
the
southward
road
;
and
after
that
they
went
on
more
quickly
,
though
the
danger
was
greater
.
Their
ears
were
strained
for
the
sound
of
hoof
or
foot
on
the
road
ahead
,
or
following
them
from
behind
;
but
the
night
passed
,
and
they
heard
no
sound
of
walker
or
rider
.
The
road
had
been
made
in
a
long
lost
time
:
and
for
perhaps
thirty
miles
below
the
Morannon
it
had
been
newly
repaired
,
but
as
it
went
south
the
wild
encroached
upon
it
.
The
handiwork
of
Men
of
old
could
still
be
seen
in
its
straight
sure
flight
and
level
course
:
now
and
again
it
cut
its
way
through
hillside
slopes
,
or
leaped
over
a
stream
upon
a
wide
shapely
arch
of
enduring
masonry
;
but
at
last
all
signs
of
stonework
faded
,
save
for
a
broken
pillar
here
and
there
,
peering
out
of
bushes
at
the
side
,
or
old
paving-stones
still
lurking
amid
weeds
and
moss
.
Heather
and
trees
and
bracken
scrambled
down
and
overhung
the
banks
,
or
sprawled
out
over
the
surface
.
It
dwindled
at
last
to
a
country
cart-road
little
used
;
but
it
did
not
wind
:
it
held
on
its
own
sure
course
and
guided
them
by
the
swiftest
way
.
So
they
passed
into
the
northern
marches
of
that
land
that
Men
once
called
Ithilien
,
a
fair
country
of
climbing
woods
and
swift-falling
streams
.
The
night
became
fine
under
star
and
round
moon
,
and
it
seemed
to
the
hobbits
that
the
fragrance
of
the
air
grew
as
they
went
forward
;
and
from
the
blowing
and
muttering
of
Gollum
it
seemed
that
he
noticed
it
too
,
and
did
not
relish
it
.
At
the
first
signs
of
day
they
halted
again
.
They
had
come
to
the
end
of
a
long
cutting
,
deep
,
and
sheer-sided
in
the
middle
,
by
which
the
road
clove
its
way
through
a
stony
ridge
.
Now
they
climbed
up
the
westward
bank
and
looked
abroad
.
Day
was
opening
in
the
sky
,
and
they
saw
that
the
mountains
were
now
much
further
off
,
receding
eastward
in
a
long
curve
that
was
lost
in
the
distance
.
Before
them
,
as
they
turned
west
,
gentle
slopes
ran
down
into
dim
hazes
far
below
.
All
about
them
were
small
woods
of
resinous
trees
,
fir
and
cedar
and
cypress
.
and
other
kinds
unknown
in
the
Shire
,
with
wide
glades
among
them
;
and
everywhere
there
was
a
wealth
of
sweet-smelling
herbs
and
shrubs
.
The
long
journey
from
Rivendell
had
brought
them
far
south
of
their
own
land
,
but
not
until
now
in
this
more
sheltered
region
had
the
hobbits
felt
the
change
of
clime
.
Here
Spring
was
already
busy
about
them
:
fronds
pierced
moss
and
mould
,
larches
were
green-fingered
,
small
flowers
were
opening
in
the
turf
,
birds
were
singing
.
Ithilien
,
the
garden
of
Gondor
now
desolate
kept
still
a
dishevelled
dryad
loveliness
.
South
and
west
it
looked
towards
the
warm
lower
vales
of
Anduin
,
shielded
from
the
east
by
the
Ephel
Dúath
and
yet
not
under
the
mountain-shadow
,
protected
from
the
north
by
the
Emyn
Muil
,
open
to
the
southern
airs
and
the
moist
winds
from
the
Sea
far
away
.
Many
great
trees
grew
there
,
planted
long
ago
,
falling
into
untended
age
amid
a
riot
of
careless
descendants
;
and
groves
and
thickets
there
were
of
tamarisk
and
pungent
terebinth
,
of
olive
and
of
bay
;
and
there
were
junipers
and
myrtles
;
and
thymes
that
grew
in
bushes
,
or
with
their
woody
creeping
stems
mantled
in
deep
tapestries
the
hidden
stones
;
sages
of
many
kinds
putting
forth
blue
flowers
,
or
red
,
or
pale
green
;
and
marjorams
and
new-sprouting
parsleys
,
and
many
herbs
of
forms
and
scents
beyond
the
garden-lore
of
Sam
.
The
grots
and
rocky
walls
were
already
starred
with
saxifrages
and
stonecrops
.
Primeroles
and
anemones
were
awake
in
the
filbert-brakes
;
and
asphodel
and
many
lily-flowers
nodded
their
half-opened
heads
in
the
grass
:
deep
green
grass
beside
the
pools
,
where
falling
streams
halted
in
cool
hollows
on
their
journey
down
to
Anduin
.
The
travellers
turned
their
backs
on
the
road
and
went
downhill
.
As
they
walked
,
brushing
their
way
through
bush
and
herb
,
sweet
odours
rose
about
them
.
