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'Re
member
,
it
is
perilous
to
cut
bough
or
twig
from
a
living
tree
in
Fangorn
.
But
do
not
stray
far
in
search
of
dead
wood
.
Let
the
fire
die
rather
!
Call
me
at
need
!
'
With
that
he
fell
asleep
.
Legolas
already
lay
motionless
,
his
fair
hands
folded
upon
his
breast
,
his
eyes
unclosed
,
blending
living
night
and
deep
dream
,
as
is
the
way
with
Elves
.
Gimli
sat
hunched
by
the
fire
,
running
his
thumb
thoughtfully
along
the
edge
of
his
axe
.
The
tree
rustled
.
There
was
no
other
sound
.
Suddenly
Gimli
looked
up
,
and
there
just
on
the
edge
of
the
fire-light
stood
an
old
bent
man
,
leaning
on
a
staff
,
and
wrapped
in
a
great
cloak
;
his
wide-brimmed
hat
was
pulled
down
over
his
eyes
.
Gimli
sprang
up
,
too
amazed
for
the
moment
to
cry
out
,
though
at
once
the
thought
flashed
into
his
mind
that
Saruman
had
caught
them
.
Both
Aragorn
and
Legolas
,
roused
by
his
sudden
movement
,
sat
up
and
stared
.
The
old
man
did
not
speak
or
make
,
sign
.
'
Well
,
father
,
what
can
we
do
for
you
?
'
said
Aragorn
,
leaping
to
his
feet
.
'
Come
and
be
warm
,
if
you
are
cold
!
'
He
strode
forward
,
but
the
old
man
was
gone
.
There
was
no
trace
of
him
to
be
found
near
at
hand
,
and
they
did
not
dare
to
wander
far
.
The
moon
had
set
and
the
night
was
very
dark
.
Suddenly
Legolas
gave
a
cry
.
'
The
horses
!
The
horses
!
'
The
horses
were
gone
.
They
had
dragged
their
pickets
and
disappeared
.
For
me
time
the
three
companions
stood
still
and
silent
,
troubled
by
this
new
stroke
of
ill
fortune
.
They
were
under
the
eaves
of
Fangorn
,
and
endless
leagues
lay
between
them
and
the
Men
of
Rohan
,
their
only
friends
in
this
wide
and
dangerous
land
.
As
they
stood
,
it
seemed
to
them
that
they
heard
,
far
off
in
the
night
.
the
sound
of
horses
whinnying
and
neighing
.
Then
all
was
quiet
again
,
except
for
the
cold
rustle
of
the
wind
.
'
Well
,
they
are
gone
,
'
said
Aragorn
at
last
.
'
We
can
not
find
them
or
catch
them
;
so
that
if
they
do
not
return
of
their
own
will
,
we
must
do
without
.
We
started
on
our
feet
,
and
we
have
those
still
.
'
'
Feet
!
'
said
Gimli
.
'
But
we
can
not
eat
them
as
well
as
walk
on
them
'
He
threw
some
fuel
on
the
fire
and
slumped
down
beside
it
.
'
Only
a
few
hours
ago
you
were
unwilling
to
sit
on
a
horse
of
Rohan
,
'
laughed
Legolas
.
'
You
will
make
a
rider
yet
.
'
