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The Great River
Ontheeasternbanktotheirlefttheysawlongformlessslopesstretchingupandawaytowardthesky;brownandwitheredtheylooked,asiffirehadpassedoverthem,leavingnolivingbladeofgreen:anunfriendlywastewithoutevenabrokentreeoraboldstonetorelievetheemptiness.TheyhadcometotheBrownLandsthatlay,vastanddesolate,betweenSouthernMirkwoodandthehillsoftheEmynMuil.WhatpestilenceorwarorevildeedoftheEnemyhadsoblastedallthatregionevenAragorncouldnottell.
Uponthewesttotheirrightthelandwastreelessalso,butitwasflat,andinmanyplacesgreenwithwideplainsofgrass.OnthissideoftheRivertheypassedforestsofgreatreeds,sotallthattheyshutoutallviewtothewest,asthelittleboatswentrustlingbyalongtheirflutteringborders.Theirdarkwitheredplumesbentandtossedinthelightcoldairs,hissingsoftlyandsadly.HereandtherethroughopeningsFrodocouldcatchsuddenglimpsesofrollingmeads,andfarbeyondthemhillsinthesunset,andawayontheedgeofsightadarkline,wheremarchedthesouthernmostranksoftheMistyMountains.
Therewasnosignoflivingmovingthings,savebirds.Ofthesethereweremany:smallfowlwhistlingandpipinginthereeds,buttheywereseldomseen.Onceortwicethetravellersheardtherushandwhineofswan-wings,andlookinguptheysawagreatphalanxstreamingalongthesky.
"Swans!"saidSam.
