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'
Lead
on
,
Master
Brandybuck
!
'
said
Pippin
.
'
Or
lead
back
!
We
have
been
warned
against
Fangorn
.
But
one
so
knowing
will
not
have
forgotten
that
.
'
'
I
have
not
,
'
answered
Merry
;
'
but
the
forest
seems
better
to
me
,
all
the
same
,
than
turning
back
into
the
middle
of
a
battle
.
'
He
led
the
way
in
under
the
huge
branches
of
the
trees
.
Old
beyond
guessing
,
they
seemed
.
Great
trailing
beards
of
lichen
hung
from
them
,
blowing
and
swaying
in
the
breeze
.
Out
of
the
shadows
the
hobbits
peeped
,
gazing
back
down
the
slope
:
little
furtive
figures
that
in
the
dim
light
looked
like
elf-children
in
the
deeps
of
time
peering
out
of
the
Wild
Wood
in
wonder
at
their
first
Dawn
.
Far
over
the
Great
River
,
and
the
Brown
Lands
,
leagues
upon
grey
leagues
away
,
the
Dawn
came
,
red
as
flame
.
Loud
rang
the
hunting-horns
to
greet
it
.
The
Riders
of
Rohan
sprang
suddenly
to
life
.
Horn
answered
horn
again
.
Merry
and
Pippin
heard
,
clear
in
the
cold
air
,
the
neighing
of
war-horses
,
and
the
sudden
singing
of
many
men
.
The
Sun
's
limb
was
lifted
,
an
arc
of
fire
,
above
the
margin
of
the
world
.
Then
with
a
great
cry
the
Riders
charged
from
the
East
;
the
red
light
gleamed
on
mail
and
spear
.
The
Orcs
yelled
and
shot
all
the
arrows
that
remained
to
them
.
The
hobbits
saw
several
horsemen
fall
;
but
their
line
held
on
up
the
hill
and
over
it
,
and
wheeled
round
and
charged
again
.
Most
of
the
raiders
that
were
left
alive
then
broke
and
fled
,
this
way
and
that
,
pursued
one
by
one
to
the
death
.
But
one
band
,
holding
together
in
a
black
wedge
,
drove
forward
resolutely
in
the
direction
of
the
forest
.
Straight
up
the
slope
they
charged
towards
the
watchers
.
Now
they
were
drawing
near
,
and
it
seemed
certain
that
they
would
escape
:
they
had
already
hewn
down
three
Riders
that
barred
their
way
.
'
We
have
watched
too
long
,
'
said
Merry
.
'
There
's
Uglúk
!
I
do
n't
want
to
meet
him
again
.
'
The
hobbits
turned
and
fled
deep
into
the
shadows
of
the
wood
So
it
was
that
they
did
not
sec
the
last
stand
,
when
Uglúk
was
overtaken
and
brought
to
bay
at
the
very
edge
of
Fangorn
.
There
he
was
slain
at
last
by
Éomer
,
the
Third
Marshal
of
the
Mark
,
who
dismounted
and
fought
him
sword
to
sword
.
And
over
the
wide
fields
the
keen-eyed
Riders
hunted
down
the
few
Orcs
that
had
escaped
and
still
had
strength
to
fly
.
Then
when
they
had
laid
their
fallen
comrades
in
a
mound
and
had
sung
their
praises
,
the
Riders
made
a
great
fire
and
scattered
the
ashes
of
their
enemies
.
So
ended
the
raid
,
and
no
news
of
it
came
ever
back
either
to
Mordor
or
to
Isengard
;
but
the
smoke
of
the
burning
rose
high
to
heaven
and
was
seen
by
many
watchful
eyes
.
Meanwhile
the
hobbits
went
with
as
much
speed
as
the
dark
and
tangled
forest
allowed
,
following
the
line
of
the
running
stream
,
westward
and
up
towards
the
slopes
of
the
mountains
,
deeper
and
deeper
into
Fangorn
.
Slowly
their
fear
of
the
Orcs
died
away
,
and
their
pace
slackened
.
A
queer
stifling
feeling
came
over
them
,
as
if
the
air
were
too
thin
or
too
scanty
for
breathing
.
