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The
turf
was
deep
and
yielding
,
and
that
helped
them
:
but
it
seemed
a
long
slow
business
.
They
gave
the
watch-fire
a
wide
berth
,
and
wormed
their
way
forward
bit
by
bit
,
until
they
came
to
the
edge
of
the
river
,
gurgling
away
in
the
black
shadows
under
its
deep
banks
.
Then
they
looked
back
.
The
sounds
had
died
away
.
Evidently
Mauhúr
and
his
'
lads
'
had
been
killed
or
driven
off
.
The
Riders
had
returned
to
their
silent
ominous
vigil
.
It
would
not
last
very
much
longer
.
Already
the
night
was
old
.
In
the
East
,
which
had
remained
unclouded
,
the
sky
was
beginning
to
grow
pale
.
'
We
must
get
under
cover
,
'
said
Pippin
,
'
or
we
shall
be
seen
.
It
will
not
be
any
comfort
to
us
,
if
these
riders
discover
that
we
are
not
Orcs
after
we
are
dead
.
'
He
got
up
and
stamped
his
feet
.
'
Those
cords
have
cut
me
like
wires
;
but
my
feet
are
getting
warm
again
.
I
could
stagger
on
now
.
What
about
you
,
Merry
?
'
Merry
got
up
.
'
Yes
,
'
he
said
,
'
I
can
manage
it
.
Lembas
does
put
heart
into
you
!
A
more
wholesome
sort
of
feeling
,
too
,
than
the
heat
of
that
orc-draught
.
I
wonder
what
it
was
made
of
.
Better
not
to
know
,
I
expect
.
Let
's
get
a
drink
of
water
to
wash
away
the
thought
of
it
!
'
'N
ot
here
,
the
banks
are
too
steep
,
'
said
Pippin
.
'
Forward
now
!
'
They
turned
and
walked
side
by
side
slowly
along
the
line
of
the
river
.
Behind
them
the
light
grew
in
the
East
.
As
they
walked
they
compared
notes
,
talking
lightly
in
hobbit-fashion
of
the
things
that
had
happened
since
their
capture
.
No
listener
would
have
guessed
from
their
words
that
they
had
suffered
cruelly
,
and
been
in
dire
peril
,
going
without
hope
towards
torment
and
death
;
or
that
even
now
,
as
they
knew
well
,
they
had
little
chance
of
ever
finding
friend
or
safety
again
.
'
You
seem
to
have
been
doing
well
,
Master
Took
,
'
said
Merry
.
'
You
will
get
almost
a
chapter
in
old
Bilbo
's
book
,
if
ever
I
get
a
chance
to
report
to
him
.
Good
work
:
especially
guessing
that
hairy
villain
's
little
game
,
and
playing
up
to
him
.
But
I
wonder
if
anyone
will
ever
pick
up
your
trail
and
find
that
brooch
.
I
should
hate
to
lose
mine
,
but
I
am
afraid
yours
is
gone
for
good
.
'
I
shall
have
to
brush
up
my
toes
,
if
I
am
to
get
level
with
you
.
Indeed
Cousin
Brandybuck
is
going
in
front
now
.
This
is
where
he
comes
in
.
I
do
n't
suppose
you
have
much
notion
where
we
are
;
but
I
spent
my
time
at
Rivendell
rather
better
.
We
are
walking
west
along
the
Entwash
.
The
butt-end
of
the
Misty
Mountains
is
in
front
,
and
Fangorn
Forest
.
'
Even
as
he
spoke
the
dark
edge
of
the
forest
loomed
up
straight
before
them
.
Night
seemed
to
have
taken
refuge
under
its
great
trees
,
creeping
away
from
the
coming
Dawn
.