Lord of the Rings - Two Towers (Chapter VI excerpt)
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The Lord of the Rings. The Two Towers, by J. R. R. Tolkien kept to six the king off the golden hole. They rode on through sunset and slow dusk and gathering night, when at last they halted and dismounted. Even Aragorn was stiff and weary. Gandalf only allowed them a few hours. Wrist Legolas and Gimli slipped, and Aragon lay flat stretched upon his back. But Gandalf stood leaning on his staff, gazing into the darkness. East and west all was silent, and there was no sign or sound of living things. The night was barred, with long clouds fleeting on a chill wind. When they arose again under the cold moon, they went on. One small as swift is by the light of day. I was passed, and still they rode on. Gimli nodded and would have fallen from his seat if Gandalf had not clutched and shaken him as a fellow and a road. We re but proud followed the tireless leader grey shadow before them, hardly to be seen. The miles went by. The waxing moon sank into the cardi wist, better choking Teo. Slowly in the east, the dark faded to a cold, grey red shafts of light leapt above the black walls of the Yemen male. Far upon their left, dawn came clear and bright. A wind swept across their path, rushing through the bent grass. Suddenly shed effects stood still, and Nate Gandalf pointed ahead. Look, he cried, and they lifted their tired eyes. Before them stood the mountains of the south, white tipped and streaked with black, the grasslands rolled against the hills that clustered at their feet and float up into many valleys, still dim and dark, untouched by the light of dawn, winding their way into the heart of the Great Mountains. Immediately before the travellers, the widest of these glens opened like a long gulf among the hills far inland, they glimpsed a tumbled mountain mess with one tall peak. The mount of the Vale stood like a sentinel. A lonely heart about his feet there flowed as a thread of silver, the stream that issued from the Dale Opponent's brow. They caught still far away, glint in the rising sun glimmer of gold