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'
It
seems
unlikely
that
I
shall
have
the
chance
,
'
said
Gimli
.
'
If
you
wish
to
know
what
I
think
,
'
he
began
again
after
a
while
'
I
think
it
was
Saruman
.
Who
else
?
Remember
the
words
of
Éomer
:
he
walks
about
like
an
old
man
hooded
and
cloaked
.
Those
were
the
words
.
He
has
gone
off
with
our
horses
,
or
scared
them
away
,
and
here
we
are
.
There
is
more
trouble
coming
to
us
,
mark
my
words
!
'
'
I
mark
them
,
'
said
Aragorn
.
'
But
I
marked
also
that
this
old
man
had
a
hat
not
a
hood
.
Still
I
do
not
doubt
that
you
guess
right
,
and
that
we
are
in
peril
here
,
by
night
or
day
.
Yet
in
the
meantime
there
is
nothing
that
we
can
do
but
rest
,
while
we
may
.
I
will
watch
for
a
while
now
,
Gimli
.
I
have
more
need
of
thought
than
of
sleep
.
'
The
night
passed
slowly
Legolas
followed
Aragorn
,
and
Gimli
followed
Legolas
,
and
their
watches
wore
away
.
But
nothing
happened
.
The
old
man
did
not
appear
again
,
and
the
horses
did
not
return
.
Pippin
lay
in
a
dark
and
troubled
dream
:
it
seemed
that
he
could
hear
his
own
small
voice
echoing
in
black
tunnels
,
calling
Frodo
,
Frodo
!
But
instead
of
Frodo
hundreds
of
hideous
orc-faces
grinned
at
him
out
of
the
shadows
,
hundreds
of
hideous
arms
grasped
at
him
from
every
side
.
Where
was
Merry
?
He
woke
.
Cold
air
blew
on
his
face
.
He
was
lying
on
his
back
.
Evening
was
coming
and
the
sky
above
was
growing
dim
.
He
turned
and
found
that
the
dream
was
little
worse
than
the
waking
.
His
wrists
,
legs
,
and
ankles
were
tied
with
cords
.
Beside
him
Merry
lay
,
white-faced
,
with
a
dirty
rag
bound
across
his
brows
.
All
about
them
sat
or
stood
a
great
company
of
Orcs
.
Slowly
in
Pippin
's
aching
head
memory
pieced
itself
together
and
became
separated
from
dream-shadows
.
Of
course
:
he
and
Merry
had
run
off
into
the
woods
.
What
had
come
over
them
?
Why
had
they
dashed
off
like
that
,
taking
no
notice
of
old
Strider
?
They
had
run
a
long
way
shouting
--
he
could
not
remember
how
far
or
how
long
;
and
then
suddenly
they
had
crashed
right
into
a
group
of
Orcs
:
they
were
standing
listening
,
and
they
did
not
appear
to
see
Merry
and
Pippin
until
they
were
almost
in
their
arms
.
Then
they
yelled
and
dozens
of
other
goblins
had
sprung
out
of
the
trees
.
Merry
and
he
had
drawn
their
swords
,
but
the
Orcs
did
not
wish
to
fight
,
and
had
tried
only
to
lay
hold
of
them
,
even
when
Merry
had
cut
off
several
of
their
arms
and
hands
.
Good
old
Merry
!
Then
Boromir
had
come
leaping
through
the
trees
.
He
had
made
them
fight
.
He
slew
many
of
them
and
the
rest
fled
.
But
they
had
not
gone
far
on
the
way
back
when
they
were
attacked
again
.
by
a
hundred
Orcs
at
least
,
some
of
them
very
large
,
and
they
shot
a
rain
of
arrows
:
always
at
Boromir
.
Boromir
had
blown
his
great
horn
till
the
woods
rang
,
and
at
first
the
Orcs
had
been
dismayed
and
had
drawn
back
;
but
when
no
answer
but
the
echoes
came
,
they
had
attacked
more
fierce
than
ever
.
Pippin
did
not
remember
much
more
.
His
last
memo
was
of
Boromir
leaning
against
a
tree
,
plucking
out
an
arrow
;
then
darkness
fell
suddenly
.
