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790 the two <strong>towers</strong><br />

or the imagined step of flapping feet on the rock. But if they<br />

halted and stood still listening, they heard no more, nothing<br />

but the wind sighing over the edges of the stones – yet even<br />

that reminded them of breath softly hissing through sharp<br />

teeth.<br />

All that day the outer ridge of the Emyn Muil had been<br />

bending gradually northward, as they struggled on. Along<br />

its brink there now stretched a wide tumbled flat of scored<br />

and weathered rock, cut every now and again by trench-like<br />

gullies that sloped steeply down to deep notches in the cliffface.<br />

To find a path in these clefts, which were becoming<br />

deeper and more frequent, Frodo and Sam were driven to<br />

their left, well away from the edge, and they did not notice<br />

that for several miles they had been going slowly but steadily<br />

downhill: the cliff-top was sinking towards the level of the<br />

lowlands.<br />

At last they were brought to a halt. The ridge took a sharper<br />

bend northward and was gashed by a deeper ravine. On the<br />

further side it reared up again, many fathoms at a single leap:<br />

a great grey cliff loomed before them, cut sheer down as if<br />

by a knife stroke. They could go no further forwards, and<br />

must turn now either west or east. But west would lead them<br />

only into more labour and delay, back towards the heart of<br />

the hills; east would take them to the outer precipice.<br />

‘There’s nothing for it but to scramble down this gully,<br />

Sam,’ said Frodo. ‘Let’s see what it leads to!’<br />

‘A nasty drop, I’ll bet,’ said Sam.<br />

The cleft was longer and deeper than it seemed. Some way<br />

down they found a few gnarled and stunted trees, the first<br />

they had seen for days: twisted birch for the most part, with<br />

here and there a fir-tree. Many were dead and gaunt, bitten<br />

to the core by the eastern winds. Once in milder days there<br />

must have been a fair thicket in the ravine, but now, after<br />

some fifty yards, the trees came to an end, though old broken<br />

stumps straggled on almost to the cliff ’s brink. The bottom<br />

of the gully, which lay along the edge of a rock-fault, was<br />

rough with broken stone and slanted steeply down. When

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