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the land of shadow 1213<br />

range send out spurs that nearly meet. That must be twenty<br />

leagues at least from the bridge back by the Tower. It might<br />

be a good point at which to cross. But of course, if we get<br />

there, we shall be further than we were from the Mountain,<br />

sixty miles from it, I should think. I guess that we have gone<br />

about twelve leagues north from the bridge now. Even if all<br />

goes well, I could hardly reach the Mountain in a week. I am<br />

afraid, Sam, that the burden will get very heavy, and I shall<br />

go still slower as we get nearer.’<br />

Sam sighed. ‘That’s just as I feared,’ he said. ‘Well, to say<br />

nothing of water, we’ve got to eat less, Mr. Frodo, or else<br />

move a bit quicker, at any rate while we’re still in this valley.<br />

One more bite and all the food’s ended, save the Elves’<br />

waybread.’<br />

‘I’ll try and be a bit quicker, Sam,’ said Frodo, drawing a<br />

deep breath. ‘Come on then! Let’s start another march!’<br />

It was not yet quite dark again. They plodded along, on<br />

into the night. The hours passed in a weary stumbling trudge<br />

with a few brief halts. At the first hint of grey light under the<br />

skirts of the canopy of shadow they hid themselves again in<br />

a dark hollow under an overhanging stone.<br />

Slowly the light grew, until it was clearer than it yet had<br />

been. A strong wind from the West was now driving the<br />

fumes of Mordor from the upper airs. Before long the hobbits<br />

could make out the shape of the land for some miles about<br />

them. The trough between the mountains and the Morgai<br />

had steadily dwindled as it climbed upwards, and the inner<br />

ridge was now no more than a shelf in the steep faces of the<br />

Ephel Dúath; but to the east it fell as sheerly as ever down<br />

into Gorgoroth. Ahead the water-course came to an end in<br />

broken steps of rock; for out from the main range there<br />

sprang a high barren spur, thrusting eastward like a wall.<br />

To meet it there stretched out from the grey and misty<br />

northern range of Ered Lithui a long jutting arm; and between<br />

the ends there was a narrow gap: Carach Angren, the<br />

Isenmouthe, beyond which lay the deep dale of Udûn. In

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