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

At last they came out of the stony darkness and looked<br />

about. They were on a wide flat rock without rail or parapet.<br />

At their right, eastwards, the torrent fell, splashing over many<br />

terraces, and then, pouring down a steep race, it filled a<br />

smooth-hewn channel with a dark force of water flecked with<br />

foam, and curling and rushing almost at their feet it plunged<br />

sheer over the edge that yawned upon their left. A man stood<br />

there, near the brink, silent, gazing down.<br />

Frodo turned to watch the sleek necks of the water as they<br />

curved and dived. Then he lifted his eyes and gazed far away.<br />

The world was quiet and cold, as if dawn were near. Far<br />

off in the West the full moon was sinking, round and white.<br />

Pale mists shimmered in the great vale below: a wide gulf of<br />

silver fume, beneath which rolled the cool night-waters of the<br />

Anduin. A black darkness loomed beyond, and in it glinted,<br />

here and there, cold, sharp, remote, white as the teeth of<br />

ghosts, the peaks of Ered Nimrais, the White Mountains of<br />

the realm of Gondor, tipped with everlasting snow.<br />

For a while Frodo stood there on the high stone, and a<br />

shiver ran through him, wondering if anywhere in the vastness<br />

of the nightlands his old companions walked or slept, or<br />

lay dead shrouded in mist. Why was he brought here out of<br />

forgetful sleep?<br />

Sam was eager for an answer to the same question and<br />

could not refrain himself from muttering, for his master’s ear<br />

alone as he thought: ‘It’s a fine view, no doubt, Mr. Frodo,<br />

but chilly to the heart, not to mention the bones! What’s<br />

going on?’<br />

Faramir heard and answered. ‘Moonset over Gondor. Fair<br />

Ithil, as he goes from Middle-earth, glances upon the white<br />

locks of old Mindolluin. It is worth a few shivers. But that is<br />

not what I brought you to see – though as for you, Samwise,<br />

you were not brought, and do but pay the penalty of your<br />

watchfulness. A draught of wine shall amend it. Come, look<br />

now!’<br />

He stepped up beside the silent sentinel on the dark edge,<br />

and Frodo followed. Sam hung back. He already felt insecure

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