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The
hobbits
sat
down
again
,
but
they
said
nothing
to
one
another
of
their
thoughts
and
doubts
.
Close
by
,
just
under
the
dappling
shadow
of
the
dark
bay-trees
,
two
men
remained
on
guard
.
They
took
off
their
masks
now
and
again
to
cool
them
,
as
the
day-heat
grew
,
and
Frodo
saw
that
they
were
goodly
men
,
pale-skinned
,
dark
of
hair
,
with
grey
eyes
and
faces
sad
and
proud
.
They
spoke
together
in
soft
voices
,
at
first
using
the
Common
Speech
,
but
after
the
manner
of
older
days
,
and
then
changing
to
another
language
of
their
own
.
To
his
amazement
,
as
he
listened
Frodo
became
aware
that
it
was
the
Elven-tongue
that
they
spoke
,
or
one
but
little
different
;
and
he
looked
at
them
with
wonder
,
for
he
knew
then
that
they
must
be
Dúnedain
of
the
South
,
men
of
the
line
of
the
Lords
of
Westernesse
.
After
a
while
he
spoke
to
them
;
but
they
were
slow
and
cautious
in
answering
.
They
named
themselves
Mablung
and
Damrod
,
soldiers
of
Gondor
,
and
they
were
Rangers
of
Ithilien
;
for
they
were
descended
from
folk
who
lived
in
Ithilien
at
one
time
,
before
it
was
overrun
.
From
such
men
the
Lord
Denethor
chose
his
forayers
,
who
crossed
the
Anduin
secretly
(
how
or
where
,
they
would
not
say
)
to
harry
the
Orcs
and
other
enemies
that
roamed
between
the
Ephel
Dúath
and
the
River
.
'
It
is
close
on
ten
leagues
hence
to
the
east-shore
of
Anduin
,
'
said
Mablung
,
'
and
we
seldom
come
so
far
afield
.
But
we
have
a
new
errand
on
this
journey
:
we
come
to
ambush
the
Men
of
Harad
.
Curse
them
!
'
'
Aye
,
curse
the
Southrons
!
'
said
Damrod
.
'
'
Tis
said
that
there
were
dealings
of
old
between
Gondor
and
the
kingdoms
of
the
Harad
in
the
Far
South
;
though
there
was
never
friendship
.
In
those
days
our
bounds
were
away
south
beyond
the
mouths
of
Anduin
,
and
Umbar
,
the
nearest
of
their
realms
,
acknowledged
our
sway
.
But
that
is
long
since
.
'
Tis
many
lives
of
Men
since
any
passed
to
or
fro
between
us
.
Now
of
late
we
have
learned
that
the
Enemy
has
been
among
them
,
and
they
are
gone
over
to
Him
,
or
back
to
Him-they
were
ever
ready
to
His
will-as
have
so
many
also
in
the
East
.
I
doubt
not
that
the
days
of
Gondor
are
numbered
,
and
the
walls
of
Minas
Tirith
are
doomed
,
so
great
is
His
strength
and
malice
.
'
'
But
still
we
will
not
sit
idle
and
let
Him
do
all
as
He
would
,
'
said
Mablung
.
'
These
cursed
Southrons
come
now
marching
up
the
ancient
roads
to
swell
the
hosts
of
the
Dark
Tower
.
Yea
,
up
the
very
roads
that
craft
of
Gondor
made
.
And
they
go
ever
more
heedlessly
,
we
learn
,
thinking
that
the
power
of
their
new
master
is
great
enough
,
so
that
the
mere
shadow
of
His
hills
will
protect
them
.
We
come
to
teach
them
another
lesson
.
Great
strength
of
them
was
reported
to
us
some
days
ago
,
marching
north
.
One
of
their
regiments
is
due
by
our
reckoning
to
pass
by
,
some
time
ere
noon-up
on
the
road
above
,
where
it
passes
through
the
cloven
way
.
The
road
may
pass
,
but
they
shall
not
!
Not
while
Faramir
is
Captain
.
He
leads
now
in
all
perilous
ventures
.
But
his
life
is
charmed
,
or
fate
spares
him
for
some
other
end
.
'
Their
talk
died
down
into
a
listening
silence
.
All
seemed
still
and
watchful
.
Sam
,
crouched
by
the
edge
of
the
fern-brake
,
peered
out
.
With
his
keen
hobbit-eyes
he
saw
that
many
more
Men
were
about
.
He
could
see
them
stealing
up
the
slopes
,
singly
or
in
long
files
,
keeping
always
to
the
shade
of
grove
or
thicket
,
or
crawling
,
hardly
visible
in
their
brown
and
green
raiment
,
through
grass
and
brake
.
All
were
hooded
and
masked
,
and
had
gauntlets
on
their
hands
,
and
were
armed
like
Faramir
and
his
companions
.
Before
long
they
had
all
passed
and
vanished
.
The
sun
rose
till
it
neared
the
South
.
The
shadows
shrank
.
'
I
wonder
where
that
dratted
Gollum
is
?
'
thought
Sam
,
as
he
crawled
back
into
deeper
shade
.
'
He
stands
a
fair
chance
of
being
spitted
for
an
Orc
,
or
of
being
roasted
by
the
Yellow
Face
.
But
I
fancy
he
'll
look
after
himself
.
'
He
lay
down
beside
Frodo
and
began
to
doze
.
He
woke
,
thinking
that
he
had
heard
horns
blowing
.
He
sat
up
.
It
was
now
high
noon
.
The
guards
stood
alert
and
tense
in
the
shadow
of
the
trees
.
Suddenly
the
horns
rang
out
louder
and
beyond
mistake
from
above
,
over
the
top
of
the
slope
.
Sam
thought
that
he
heard
cries
and
wild
shouting
also
,
but
the
sound
was
faint
,
as
if
it
came
out
of
some
distant
cave
.
Then
presently
the
noise
of
fighting
broke
out
near
at
hand
,
just
above
their
hiding-place
.
He
could
hear
plainly
the
ringing
grate
of
steel
on
steel
,
the
clang
of
sword
on
iron
cap
,
the
dull
beat
of
blade
on
shield
;
men
were
yelling
and
screaming
,
and
one
clear
loud
voice
was
calling
Gondor
!
Gondor
!
