Treebeard

           Meanwhilethehobbitswentwithasmuchspeedasthedarkandtangledforestallowed,followingthelineoftherunningstream,westwardanduptowardstheslopesofthemountains,deeperanddeeperintoFangorn.SlowlytheirfearoftheOrcsdiedaway,andtheirpaceslackened.Aqueerstiflingfeelingcameoverthem,asiftheairweretoothinortooscantyforbreathing.

           AtlastMerryhalted.’Wecan’tgoonlikethis,’hepanted.’Iwantsomeair.

           ’Let’shaveadrinkatanyrate,’saidPippin.’I’mparched.Heclamberedontoagreattree-rootthatwounddownintothestream,andstoopingdrewupsomewaterinhiscuppedhands.Itwasclearandcold,andhetookmanydraughts.Merryfollowedhim.Thewaterrefreshedthemandseemedtocheertheirhearts;forawhiletheysattogetheronthebrinkofthestream,dabblingtheirsorefeetandlegs,andpeeringroundatthetreesthatstoodsilentlyaboutthem,rankuponrank,untiltheyfadedawayintogreytwilightineverydirection.

           ’Isupposeyouhaven’tlostusalready?’saidPippin,leaningbackagainstagreattree-trunk.’Wecanatleastfollowthecourseofthisstream,theEntwashorwhateveryoucallit,andgetoutagainthewaywecame.

           ’Wecould,ifourlegswoulddoit,’saidMerry;’andifwecouldbreatheproperly.

           ’Yes,itisallverydim,andstuffy,inhere,’saidPippin.

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