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The Ring Goes South
ItlookedtoFrodoliketheremainsofanancientroad,thathadoncebeenbroadandwellplanned,fromHollintothemountain-pass.TheMoon,nowatthefull,roseoverthemountains,andcastapalelightinwhichtheshadowsofstoneswereblack.Manyofthemlookedtohavebeenworkedbyhands,thoughnowtheylaytumbledandruinousinableak,barrenland.
Itwasthecoldchillhourbeforethefirststirofdawn,andthemoonwaslow.Frodolookedupatthesky.Suddenlyhesaworfeltashadowpassoverthehighstars,asifforamomenttheyfadedandthenflashedoutagain.Heshivered.
"Didyouseeanythingpassover?"hewhisperedtoGandalf,whowasjustahead.
"No,butIfeltit,whateveritwas,"heanswered."Itmaybenothing,onlyawispofthincloud."
"Itwasmovingfastthen,"mutteredAragorn,"andnotwiththewind."
Nothingfurtherhappenedthatnight.Thenextmorningdawnedevenbrighterthanbefore.Buttheairwaschillagain;alreadythewindwasturningbacktowardstheeast.Fortwomorenightstheymarchedon,climbingsteadilybutevermoreslowlyastheirroadwoundupintothehills,andthemountainstoweredup,nearerandnearer.OnthethirdmorningCaradhrasrosebeforethem,amightypeak,tippedwithsnowlikesilver,butwithsheernakedsides,dullredasifstainedwithblood.
Therewasablacklookinthesky,andthesunwaswan.Thewindhadgonenowroundtothenorth-east.Gandalfsnuffedtheairandlookedback.
