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A Knife in the Dark

           Evenastheydidso,theysawonthetopofthehillsomethingsmallanddarkagainsttheglimmerofthemoonrise.Itwasperhapsonlyalargestoneorjuttingrockshownupbythepalelight.

           SamandMerrygotupandwalkedawayfromthefire.FrodoandPippinremainedseatedinsilence.Striderwaswatchingthemoonlightonthehillintently.Allseemedquietandstill,butFrodofeltacolddreadcreepingoverhisheart,nowthatStriderwasnolongerspeaking.Hehuddledclosertothefire.AtthatmomentSamcamerunningbackfromtheedgeofthedell.

           ‘Idon’tknowwhatitis,’hesaid,‘butIsuddenlyfeltafraid.Idurstn’tgooutsidethisdellforanymoney;Ifeltthatsomethingwascreepinguptheslope.

           ‘Didyouseeanything?’askedFrodo,springingtohisfeet.

           ‘No,sir.Isawnothing,butIdidn’tstoptolook.

           ‘Isawsomething,’saidMerry;‘orIthoughtIdidawaywestwardswherethemoonlightwasfallingontheflatsbeyondtheshadowofthehill-tops,Ithoughtthereweretwoorthreeblackshapes.Theyseemedtobemovingthisway.

           ‘Keepclosetothefire,withyourfacesoutward!’criedStrider.‘Getsomeofthelongersticksreadyinyourhands!’

           Forabreathlesstimetheysatthere,silentandalert,withtheirbacksturnedtothewood-fire,eachgazingintotheshadowsthatencircledthem.Nothinghappened.Therewasnosoundormovementinthenight.Frodostirred,feelingthathemustbreakthesilence:helongedtoshoutoutaloud.

           ‘Hush!’whisperedStrider.

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