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They
went
first
along
a
black
passage
,
then
up
many
wet
steps
,
and
so
came
to
a
small
flat
landing
cut
in
the
stone
and
lit
by
the
pale
sky
,
gleaming
high
above
through
a
long
deep
shaft
.
From
here
two
flights
of
steps
led
:
one
going
on
,
as
it
seemed
,
up
on
to
the
high
bank
of
the
stream
;
the
other
turning
away
to
the
left
.
This
they
followed
.
It
wound
its
way
up
like
a
turret-stair
.
At
last
they
came
out
of
the
stony
darkness
and
looked
about
.
They
were
on
a
wide
flat
rock
without
rail
or
parapet
.
At
their
right
,
eastwards
,
the
torrent
fell
,
splashing
over
many
terraces
,
and
then
,
pouring
down
a
steep
race
,
it
filled
a
smooth-hewn
channel
with
a
dark
force
of
water
flecked
with
foam
,
and
curling
and
rushing
almost
at
their
feet
it
plunged
sheer
over
the
edge
that
yawned
upon
their
left
.
A
man
stood
there
,
near
the
brink
,
silent
,
gazing
down
.
Frodo
turned
to
watch
the
sleek
necks
of
the
water
as
they
curved
and
dived
.
Then
he
lifted
his
eyes
and
gazed
far
away
.
The
world
was
quiet
and
cold
,
as
if
dawn
were
near
.
Far
off
in
the
West
the
full
moon
was
sinking
,
round
and
white
.
Pale
mists
shimmered
in
the
great
vale
below
:
a
wide
gulf
of
silver
fume
,
beneath
which
rolled
the
cool
night-waters
of
the
Anduin
.
A
black
darkness
loomed
beyond
,
and
in
it
glinted
,
here
and
there
,
cold
,
sharp
,
remote
,
white
as
the
teeth
of
ghosts
,
the
peaks
of
Ered
Nimrais
,
the
White
Mountains
of
the
Realm
of
Gondor
,
tipped
with
everlasting
snow
.
For
a
while
Frodo
stood
there
on
the
high
stone
,
and
a
shiver
ran
through
him
,
wondering
if
anywhere
in
the
vastness
of
the
night-lands
his
old
companions
walked
or
slept
,
or
lay
dead
shrouded
in
mist
.
Why
was
he
brought
here
out
of
forgetful
sleep
?
Sam
was
eager
for
an
answer
to
the
same
question
and
could
not
refrain
himself
from
muttering
,
for
his
master
's
ear
alone
as
he
thought
:
'
It
's
a
fine
view
,
no
doubt
,
Mr.
Frodo
,
but
chilly
to
the
heart
,
not
to
mention
the
bones
!
What
's
going
on
?
'
Faramir
heard
and
answered
.
'
Moonset
over
Gondor
.
Fair
Ithil
as
he
goes
from
Middle-earth
,
glances
upon
the
white
locks
of
old
Mindolluin
.
It
is
worth
a
few
shivers
.
But
that
is
not
what
I
brought
you
to
see-though
as
for
you
,
Samwise
,
you
were
not
brought
,
and
do
but
pay
the
penalty
of
your
watchfulness
.
A
draught
of
wine
shall
amend
it
.
Come
,
look
now
!
'
He
stepped
up
beside
the
silent
sentinel
on
the
dark
edge
.
and
Frodo
followed
.
Sam
hung
back
.
He
already
felt
insecure
enough
on
this
high
wet
platform
.
Faramir
and
Frodo
looked
down
.
Far
below
them
they
saw
the
white
waters
pour
into
a
foaming
bowl
,
and
then
swirl
darkly
about
a
deep
oval
basin
in
the
rocks
.
until
they
found
their
way
out
again
through
a
narrow
gate
,
and
flowed
away
,
fuming
and
chattering
,
into
calmer
and
more
level
reaches
.
The
moonlight
still
slanted
down
to
the
fall
's
foot
and
gleamed
on
the
ripples
of
the
basin
.
Presently
Frodo
was
aware
of
a
small
dark
thing
on
the
near
bank
,
but
even
as
he
looked
at
it
,
it
dived
and
vanished
just
beyond
the
boil
and
bubble
of
the
fall
,
cleaving
the
black
water
as
neatly
as
an
arrow
or
an
edgewise
stone
.
Faramir
turned
to
the
man
at
his
side
.
'
Now
what
would
you
say
that
it
is
,
Anborn
?
A
squirrel
,
or
a
kingfisher
?
Are
there
black
kingfishers
in
the
night-pools
of
Mirkwood
?
'
