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panions； save perhaps Gandalf。 And he was in any case the bearer of the Ring： it hung upon its chain against his breast； and at whiles it seemed a heavy weight。 He felt the certainty of evil ahead and of evil following； but he said nothing。 He gripped tighter on the hilt of his sword and went on doggedly。
The pany behind him spoke seldom； and then only in hurried whispers。 There was no sound but the sound of their own feet； the dull stump of Gimli's dwarfboots； the heavy tread of Boromir； the light step of Legolas； the soft； scarceheard patter of hobbitfeet； and in the rear the slow firm footfalls of Aragorn with his long stride。 When they halted for a moment they heard nothing at all； unless it were occasionally a faint trickle and drip of unseen water。 Yet Frodo began to hear； or to imagine that he heard； something else： like the faint fall of soft bare feet。 It was never loud enough； or near enough； for him to feel certain that he heard it； but once it had started it never stopped； while the pany was moving。 But it was not an echo； for when they halted it pattered on for a little all by itself； and then grew still。
It was after nightfall when they had entered the Mines。 They had been going for several hours with only brief halts； when Gandalf came to his first serious check。 Before him stood a wide dark arch opening into three passages： all led in the same general direction； eastwards； but the lefthand passage plunged down； while the righthand climbed up； and the middle way seemed to run on； smooth and level but very narrow。
'I have no memory of this place at all！ ' said Gandalf； standing uncertainly under the arch。 He held up his staff in the hope of finding some marks or inscription that might help his choice； but nothing of the kind was to be seen。 'I am too weary to decide；' he said； shaking his head。 'And I expect that you are all as weary as I am； or wearier。 We had better halt here for what is left of the night。 You know what I mean！ In here it is ever dark； but outside the late Moon is riding westward and the middlenight has passed。'
'Poor old Bill！ ' said Sam。 'I wonder where he is。 I hope those wolves haven't got him yet。'
To the left of the great arch they found a stone door： it was half closed； but swung back easily to a gentle thrust。 Beyond there seemed to lie a wide chamber cut in the rock。
'Steady！ Steady！ ' cried Gandalf as Merry and Pippin pushed forward； glad to find a place where they could rest with at least more feeling of shelter than in the open passage。 'Steady！ You do not know what is inside yet。 I will go first。'
He went in cautiously； and the others filed behind。 'There！ ' he said； pointing with his staff to the middle of the floor。 Before his feet they saw a large round hole like the mouth of a well。 Broken and rusty chains lay at the edge and trailed down into the black pit。 Fragments of stone lay near。
'One of you might have fallen in and still be wondering when you were going to strike the bottom；' said Aragorn to Merry。 'Let the guide go first while you have one。'
'This seems to have been a guardroom； made for the watching of the three passages；' said Gimli。 'That hole was plainly a well for the guards' use； covered with a stone lid。 But the lid is broken； and we must all take care in the dark。'
Pippin felt curiously attracted by the well。 While the others were unrolling blankets and making beds against the walls of the chamber； as far as possible from the hole in the floor； he crept to the edge and peered over。 A chill air seemed to strike his face； rising from invisible depths。 Moved by a sudden impulse he groped for a loose stone； and let it drop。 He felt his heart beat many times before there was any sound。 Then far below； as if the stone had fallen into deep water in some cavernous place； there came a plunk； very distant； but magnified and repeated in the hollow shaft。
'What's that？ ' cried Gandalf。 He was relieved when Pippin confessed what he had done； but he was angry； and Pippin could see his eye glinting。 'Fool of a Took！ ' he growled。 'This is a serious journey； not a hobbit walkingparty。 Throw yourself in next time； and then you will be no further nuisance。 Now be quiet！ '
Nothing more was heard for several minutes； but then there came out of the depths faint knocks： tomtap； taptom。 They stopped； and when the echoes had died away； they were repeated： taptom； tomtap； taptap； tom。 They sounded disquietingly like signals of some sort； but after a while the knocking died away and was not heard again。
'That was the sound of a hammer； or I have never heard one；' said Gimli。
'Yes；' said Gandalf； 'and I do not like it。 It may have nothing to do with Peregrin's foolish stone； but probably something has been disturbed that would have been better left quiet。 Pray； do nothing of the kind again！ Let us hope we shall get some rest without further trouble。 You； Pippin； can go on the first watch； as a reward；' he growled； as he rolled himself in a blanket。
Pippin sat miserably by the door in the pitch dark； but he kept on turning round； fearing that some unknown thing would crawl up out of the well。 He wished he could cover the hole； if only with a blanket； but he dared not move or go near it； even though Gandalf seemed to be asleep。
Actually Gandalf was awake； though lying still and silent。 He was deep in thought； trying to recall every memory of his former journey in the Mines； and considering anxiously the next course that he should take； a false turn now might be disastrous。 After an hour he rose up and came over to Pippin。
'Get into a corner and have a sleep； my lad；' he said in a kindly tone。 'You want to sleep； I expect。 I cannot get a wink； so I may as well do the watching。'
'I know what is the matter with me；' he muttered； as he sat down by the door。 'I need smoke！ I have not tasted it since the morning before the snowstorm。'
The last thing that Pippin saw； as sleep took him； was a dark glimpse of the old wizard huddled on the floor； shielding a glowing chip in his gnarled hands between his knees。 The flicker for a moment showed his sharp nose。 and the puff of smoke。
It was Gandalf who roused them all from sleep。 He had sat and watched all alone for about six hours； and had let the others rest。 'And in the watches I have made up my mind；' he said。 'I do not like the feel of the middle way； and I do not like the smell of the lefthand way： there is foul air down there； or I am no guide。 I shall take the righthand passage。 It is time we began to climb up again。'
For eight dark hours； not counting two brief halts； they marched on； and they met no danger； and heard nothing； and saw nothing but the faint gleam of the wizard's light； bobbing like a willo'thewisp in front of them。 The passage they had chosen wound steadily upwards。 As far as they could judge it went in great mounting curves； and as it rose it grew loftier and wider。 There were now no openings to other galleries or tunnels on either side； and the floor was level and sound； without pits or cracks。 Evidently they had struck what once had been an important road； and they went forward quicker than they had done on their first march。
In this way they advanced some fifteen miles； measured in a direct line east； though they must have actually walked twenty miles or more。 As the road climbed upwards’ Frodo's spirits rose a little； but he still felt oppressed； and still at times he heard； or thought he heard； away behind the pany and beyond the fall and patter of their feet； a following footstep that was not an echo。
They had marched as far as the hobbits could endure without a rest； and all were thinking of a place where they could sleep； when suddenly the walls to right and left vanished。 They seemed to have passed through some arched doorway into a black and empty space。 There was a great draught of warmer air behind them； and before them the darkness was cold on their faces。 They halted and crowded anxiously together。
Gandalf seemed pleased。 'I chose the right way；' he said。 'At last we are ing to the habitable parts； and I guess that we are not far now from the eastern side。 But we are high up； a good deal higher than the Dimrill Gate； unless I am mistaken。 From the feeling of the air we must be in a wide hall。 I will now risk a little real light。'
He raised his staff； and for a brief instant there was blaze like a flash of lightning。 Great shadows sprang up and fled； and for a second they saw a vast roof far above their heads upheld by many mighty pillars hewn of stone。 Before them and on either side stretched a huge empty hall； its black walls； polished and smooth as glass； flashed and glittered。 Three other entrances they saw； dark black arches： one straight before them eastwards； and one on either side。 Then the light went out。
'That is all that I shall venture on for the present；' said Gandalf。 'There used to be great windows on the mountainside； and shafts leading out to the light in the upper reaches of the Mines。 I think we have reached them now； but it is night outside again； and we cannot tell until morning。 If I am right； tomorrow we may actually see the morning peeping in。 But in the meanwhile we had better go no further。 Let us rest； if we can。 Things have gone well so far； and the greater part of the dark road is over。 But we are not through yet； and it is a long way down to the Gates that open on the world。'
The pany spent that night in the great cavernous hall； huddled close together in a corner to escape the draught： there seemed to be a steady inflow of chill air through the eastern archway。 All about them as they lay hung the darkness； hollow and immense； and they were oppressed by the loneliness and vastness of the dolven halls and endlessly branching stairs and passages。 The wildest imaginings that dark rumour had ever suggested to the hobbits fell altogether short of the actual dread and wonder of Moria。
'There must have been a mighty crowd of dwarves here at one time ' said Sam； 'and every one of them busier than badgers for five hundred years to make all this； and most in hard rock too！ What did they do it all for？ They didn't live in these darksome holes surely？ '
'These are not holes；' said Gimli。 'This is the great realm and city of the Dwarrowdelf。 And of old it was not darksome； but full of light and splendour； as is still remembered in our songs。'
He rose and standing in the dark he began to chant in a deep voice； while the echoes ran away into the roof。
The world was young； the mountains green；
No stain yet on the Moon was seen；
No words were laid on stream or stone
When Durin woke and walked alone。
He named the nameless hills and dells；
He drank from yet untasted wells；
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere；
And saw a crown of stars appear；
As gems upon a silver thread；
Above the shadow of his head。
The world was fair； the mountains tall；
In Elder Days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin； who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away：
The world was fair in Durin's Day。
A king he was on carven throne
In manypillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor；
And runes of power upon the door。
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shone for ever fair and bright。
There hammer on the anvil smote；
There chisel clove； and graver wrote；
There fed was blade； and bound was hilt；
The delver mined； the mason built。
There beryl； pearl； and opal pale；
And metal wrought like fishes' mail；
Buckler and corslet； axe and sword；
And shining spears were laid in hoard。
Unwearied then were Durin's folk
Beneath the mountains music woke：
The harpers harped； the minstrels sang；
And at the gates the trumpets rang。
The world is grey； the mountains old；
The fe's fire is ashencold
No harp is wrung； no hammer falls：
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria； in Khazadd？m。
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere；
There lies his crown in water deep；
Till Durin wakes again from sleep。
I like that！ ' said Sam。 'I should like to learn it。 In Moria； in Khazadd？m！ But it makes the darkness seem heavier； thinking of all those lamps。 Are there piles of