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Legolas laid down his paddle and took up the bow that he had brought from Lórien。 Then he sprang ashore and climbed a few paces up the bank。 Stringing the bow and fitting an arrow he turned； peering back over the River into the darkness。 Across the water there were shrill cries； but nothing could be seen。
Frodo looked up at the Elf standing tall above him； as he gazed into the night； seeking a mark to shoot at。 His head was dark； crowned with sharp white stars that glittered in the black pools of the sky behind。 But now rising and sailing up from the South the great clouds advanced； sending out dark outriders into the starry fields。 A sudden dread fell on the pany。
'Elbereth Gilthoniel！' sighed Legolas as he looked up。 Even as he did so； a dark shape； like a cloud and yet not a cloud； for it moved far more swiftly； came out of the blackness in the South； and sped towards the pany； blotting out all light as it approached。 Soon it appeared as a great winged creature； blacker than the pits in the night。 Fierce voices rose up to greet it from across the water。 Frodo felt a sudden chill running through him and clutching at his heart； there was a deadly cold； like the memory of an old wound； in his shoulder。 He crouched down； as if to hide。
Suddenly the great bow of Lórien sang。 Shrill went the arrow from the elvenstring。 Frodo looked up。 Almost above him the winged shape swerved。 There was a harsh croaking scream； as it fell out of the air； vanishing down into the gloom of the eastern shore。 The sky was clean again。 There was a tumult of many voices far away； cursing and wailing in the darkness； and then silence。 Neither shaft nor cry came again from the east that night。
After a while Aragorn led the boats back upstream。 They felt their way along the water's edge for some distance； until they found a small shallow bay。 A few low trees grew there close to the water； and behind them rose a steep rocky bank。 Here the pany decided to stay and await the dawn： it was useless to attempt to move further by night。 They made no camp and lit no fire； but lay huddled in the boats； moored close together。
'Praised be the bow of Galadriel； and the hand and eye of Legolas！' said Gimli； as he munched a wafer of lembas。 'That was a mighty shot in the dark； my friend！'
'But who can say what it hit？' said Legolas。
'I cannot；' said Gimli。 'But I am glad that the shadow came no nearer。 I liked it not at all。 Too much it reminded me of the shadow in Moria 。 the shadow of the Balrog；' he ended in a whisper。
'It was not a Balrog；' said Frodo； still shivering with the chill that had e upon him。 'It was something colder。 I think it was ' Then he paused and fell silent。
'What do you think？ ' asked Boromir eagerly； leaning from his boat； as if he was trying to catch a glimpse of Frodo's face。
'I think 。 No； I will not say；' answered Frodo。 'Whatever it was； its fall has dismayed our enemies。'
'So it seems；' said Aragorn。 'Yet where they are； and how many； and what they will do next； we do not know。 This night we must all be sleepless！ Dark hides us now。 But what the day will show who can tell？ Have your weapons close to hand！'
Sam sat tapping the hilt of his sword as if he were counting on his fingers； and looking up at the sky。 'It's very strange；' he murmured。 'The Moon's the same in the Shire and in Wilderland； or it ought to be。 But either it's out of its running； or I'm all wrong in my reckoning。 You'll remember； Mr。 Frodo； the Moon was waning as we lay on the flet up in that tree： a week from the full； I reckon。 And we'd been a week on the way last night； when up pops a New Moon as thin as a nailparing； as if we had never stayed no time in the Elvish country。
'Well； I can remember three nights there for certain； and I seem to remember several more； but I would take my oath it was never a whole month。 Anyone would think that time did not count in there！'
'And perhaps that was the way of it；' said Frodo。 'In that land； maybe； we were in a time that has elsewhere long gone by。 It was not； I think； until Silverlode bore us back to Anduin that we returned to the time that flows through mortal lands to the Great Sea。 And I don't remember any moon； either new or old； in Caras Galadhon： only stars by night and sun by day。'
Legolas stirred in his boat。 'Nay； time does not tarry ever；' he said； 'but change and growth is not in all things and places alike。 For the Elves the world moves； and it moves both very swift and very slow。 Swift； because they themselves change little； and all else fleets by： it is a grief to them。 Slow； because they do not count the running years； not for themselves。 The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream。 Yet beneath the Sun all things must wear to an end at last。'
'But the wearing is slow in Lórien；' said Frodo。 'The power of the Lady is on it。 Rich are the hours； though short they seem； in Caras Galadhon； where Galadriel wields the Elvenring。'
'That should not have been said outside Lórien； not even to me；' said Aragorn。 'Speak no more of it！ But so it is； Sam： in that land you lost your count。 There time flowed swiftly by us； as for the Elves。 The old moon passed； and a new moon waxed and waned in the world outside； while we tarried there。 And yestereve a new moon came again。 Winter is nearly gone。 Time flows on to a spring of little hope。'
The night passed silently。 No voice or call was heard again across the water。 The travellers huddled in their boats felt the changing of the weather。 The air grew warm and very still under the great moist clouds that had floated up from the South and the distant seas。 The rushing of the River over the rocks of the rapids seemed to grow louder and closer。 The twigs of the trees above them began to drip。
When the day came the mood of the world about them had bee soft and sad。 Slowly the dawn grew to a pale light； diffused and shadowless。 There was mist on the River； and white fog swathed the shore； the far bank could not be seen。
'I can't abide fog；' said Sam； 'but this seems to be a lucky one。 Now perhaps we can get away without those cursed goblins seeing us。'
'Perhaps so；' said Aragorn。 'But it will be hard to find the path unless the fog lifts a little later on。 And we must find the path； if we are to pass Sarn Gebir and e to the Emyn Muil。'
'I do not see why we should pass the Rapids or follow the River any further；' said Boromir。 'If the Emyn Muil lie before us； then we can abandon these cockleboats； and strike westward and southward； until we e to the Entwash and cross into my own land。'
'We can； if we are making for Minas Tirith；' said Aragorn； 'but that is not yet agreed。 And such a course may be more perilous than it sounds。 The vale of Entwash is flat and fenny； and fog is a deadly peril there for those on foot and laden。 I would not abandon our boats until we must。 The River is at least a path that cannot be missed。'
'But the Enemy holds the eastern bank；' objected Boromir。 'And even if you pass the Gates of Argonath and e unmolested to the Tindrock； what will you do then？ Leap down the Falls and land in the marshes？ '
'No！' answered Aragorn。 'Say rather that we will bear our boats by the ancient way to Raurosfoot； and there take to the water again。 Do you not know； Boromir； or do you choose to fet the North Stair； and the high seat upon Amon Hen； that were made in the days of the great kings？ I at least have a mind to stand in that high place again； before I decide my further course。 There； maybe； we shall see some sign that will guide us。'
Boromir held out long against this choice； but when it became plain that Frodo would follow Aragorn； wherever he went； he gave in。 'It is not the way of the Men of Minas Tirith to desert their friends at need；' he said； 'and you will need my strength； if ever you are to reach the Tindrock。 To the tall isle I will go； but no further。 There I shall turn to my home； alone if my help has not earned the reward of any panionship。'
The day was now growing； and the fog had lifted a little。 It was decided that Aragorn and Legolas should at once go forward along the shore； while the others remained by the boats。 Aragorn hoped to find some way by which they could carry both their boats and their baggage to the smoother water beyond the Rapids。
'Boats of the Elves would not sink； maybe；' he said； 'but that does not say that we should e through Sarn Gebir alive。 None have ever done so yet。 No road was made by the Men of Gondor in this region； for even in their great days their realm did not reach up Anduin beyond the Emyn Muil； but there is a portageway somewhere on the western shore； if I can find it。 It cannot yet have perished； for light boats used to journey out of Wilderland down to Osgiliath； and still did so until a few years ago； when the Orcs of Mordor began to multiply。'
'Seldom in my life has any boat e out of the North； and the Orcs prowl on the eastshore；' said Boromir。 'If you go forward； peril will grow with every mile； even if you find a path。'
'Peril lies ahead on every southward road；' answered Aragorn。 'Wait for us one day。 If we do not return in that time； you will know that evil has indeed befallen us。 Then you must take a new leader and follow him as best you can。'
It was with a heavy heart that Frodo saw Aragorn and Legolas climb the steep bank and vanish into the mists； but his fears proved groundless。 Only two or three hours had passed； and it was barely midday； when the shadowy shapes of the explorers appeared again。
'All is well；' said Aragorn； as he clambered down the bank。 'There is a track； and it leads to a good landing that is still serviceable。 The distance is not great： the head of the Rapids is but half a mile below us； and they are little more than a mile long。 Not far beyond them the stream bees clear and smooth again； though it runs swiftly。 Our hardest task will be to get our boats and baggage to the old portageway。 We have found it； but it lies well back from the waterside here； and runs under the lee of a rockwall； a furlong or more from the shore。 We did not find where the northward landing lies。 If it still remains； we must have passed it yesterday night。 We might labour far upstream and yet miss it in the fog。 I fear we must leave the River now； and make for the portageway as best we can from here。'
'That would not be easy； even if we were all Men；' said Boromir。
'Yet such as we are we will try it；' said Aragorn。
'Aye； we will；' said Gimli。 'The legs of Men will lag on a rough road； while a Dwarf goes on； be the burden twice his own weight； Master Boromir！'
The task proved hard indeed； yet in the end it was done。 The goods were taken out of the boats and brought to the top of the bank； where there was a level space。 Then the boats were drawn out of the water and carried up。 They were far less heavy than any had expected。 Of what tree growing in the elvish country they were made not even Legolas knew； but the wood was tough and yet strangely light。 Merry and Pippin alone could carry their boat with ease along the flat。 Noheless it needed the strength of the two Men to lift and haul them over the ground that the pany now had to cross。 It sloped up away from the River； a tumbled waste of grey limestoneboulders； with many hidden holes shrouded with weeds and bushes； there were thickets of brambles； and sheer dells； and here and there boggy pools fed by waters trickling from the terraces further inland。
One by one Boromir and Aragorn carried the boats； while the others toiled and scrambled after them with the baggage。 At last all was removed and laid on the portageway。 Then with little further hindrance； save from sprawling briars and many fallen stones； they moved forward all together。 Fog still hung in veils upon the crumbling rockwall； and to their left mist shrouded the River： they could hear it rushing and foaming over the sharp shelves and stony teeth of Sarn Gebir； but they could not see it。 Twice they made the journey； before all was brought safe to the southern landing。
There the portageway； turning back to the waterside； ran gently down to the shallow edge of a little pool。 It seemed to have been scooped in the riverside； not by hand； but by the water swirling down from Sarn Gebir against a