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the land of shadow 1205<br />

‘This is where we turn aside, Sam,’ said Frodo. ‘And we<br />

must turn east.’ He sighed as he looked at the gloomy ridges<br />

across the valley. ‘I have just about enough strength left to<br />

find some hole away up there. And then I must rest a little.’<br />

The river-bed was now some way below the path. They<br />

scrambled down to it, and began to cross it. To their surprise<br />

they came upon dark pools fed by threads of water trickling<br />

down from some source higher up the valley. Upon its outer<br />

marges under the westward mountains Mordor was a dying<br />

land, but it was not yet dead. And here things still grew,<br />

harsh, twisted, bitter, struggling for life. In the glens of the<br />

Morgai on the other side of the valley low scrubby trees<br />

lurked and clung, coarse grey grass-tussocks fought with the<br />

stones, and withered mosses crawled on them; and everywhere<br />

great writhing, tangled brambles sprawled. Some had<br />

long stabbing thorns, some hooked barbs that rent like knives.<br />

The sullen shrivelled leaves of a past year hung on them,<br />

grating and rattling in the sad airs, but their maggot-ridden<br />

buds were only just opening. Flies, dun or grey, or black,<br />

marked like orcs with a red eye-shaped blotch, buzzed and<br />

stung; and above the briar-thickets clouds of hungry midges<br />

danced and reeled.<br />

‘Orc-gear’s no good,’ said Sam waving his arms. ‘I wish<br />

I’d got an orc’s hide!’<br />

At last Frodo could go no further. They had climbed up a<br />

narrow shelving ravine, but they still had a long way to go<br />

before they could even come in sight of the last craggy ridge.<br />

‘I must rest now, Sam, and sleep if I can,’ said Frodo. He<br />

looked about, but there seemed nowhere even for an animal<br />

to crawl into in this dismal country. At length, tired out, they<br />

slunk under a curtain of brambles that hung down like a mat<br />

over a low rock-face.<br />

There they sat and made such a meal as they could. Keeping<br />

back the precious lembas for the evil days ahead, they ate<br />

the half of what remained in Sam’s bag of Faramir’s provision:<br />

some dried fruit, and a small slip of cured meat; and

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