Властелин колец: Две башни

           TherewassomelinkbetweenIsengardandMordor,whichIhavenotyetfathomed.HowtheyexchangednewsIamnotsure;buttheydidso.TheEyeofBarad-dûrwillbelookingimpatientlytowardstheWizard’sVale,Ithink;andtowardsRohan.Thelessitseesthebetter.’

           Theroadpassedslowly,windingdownthevalley.Nowfurther,andnownearerIsenflowedinitsstonybed.Nightcamedownfromthemountains.Allthemistsweregone.Achillwindblew.Themoon,nowwaxinground,filledtheeasternskywithapalecoldsheen.Theshouldersofthemountaintotheirrightslopeddowntobarehills.Thewideplainsopenedgreybeforethem.

           Atlasttheyhalted.Thentheyturnedaside,leavingthehighwayandtakingtothesweetuplandturfagain.Goingwestwardamileorsotheycametoadale.Itopenedsouthward,leaningbackintotheslopeofroundDolBaran,thelasthillofthenorthernranges,greenfooted,crownedwithheather.Thesidesoftheglenwereshaggywithlastyear’sbracken,amongwhichthetight-curledfrondsofspringwerejustthrustingthroughthesweet-scentedearth.Thornbushesgrewthickuponthelowbanks,andunderthemtheymadetheircamp,twohoursorsobeforethemiddleofthenight.Theylitafireinahollow,downamongtherootsofaspreadinghawthorn,tallasatree,writhenwithage;buthaleineverylimb.Budswereswellingateachtwig’stip.

           Guardswereset,twoatawatch.Therest,aftertheyhadsupped,wrappedthemselvesinacloakandblanketandslept.