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drift of all just beyond the turn； and there our Strong Men were almostburied。 They despaired； until I returned and told them that the drift waslittle wider than a wall。 And on the other side the snow suddenly grows less；
while further down it is no more than a white coverlet to cool a hobbit's
toes。'
‘Ah； it is as I said；' growled Gimli。 'It was no ordinary storm。 It is
the ill will of Caradhras。 He does not love Elves and Dwarves； and that driftwas laid to cut off our escape。'
'But happily your Caradhras has forgotten that you have Men with you；'
said Boromir； who came up at that moment。 ‘And doughty Men too； if I may sayit； though lesser men with spades might have served you better。 Still； we havethrust a lane through the drift； and for that all here may be grateful whocannot run as light as Elves。'
‘But how are we to get down there； even if you have cut through thedrift？' said Pippin； voicing the thought of all the hobbits。
'Have hope！' said Boromir。 'I am weary； but I still have some strengthleft； and Aragorn too。 We will bear the little folk。 The others no doubt willmake shift to tread the path behind us。 e； Master Peregrin！ I will beginwith you。'
He lifted up the hobbit。 'Cling to my back！ I shall need my arms' he saidand strode forward。 Aragorn with Merry came behind。 Pippin marvelled at hisstrength； seeing the passage that he had already forced with no other toolthan his great limbs。 Even now； burdened as he was； he was widening the trackfor those who followed； thrusting the snow aside as he went。
They came at length to the great drift。 It was flung across the mountain…
path like a sheer and sudden wall； and its crest； sharp as if shaped withknives； reared up more than twice the height of Boromir； but through themiddle a passage had been beaten； rising and falling like a bridge。 On the farside Merry and Pippin were set down； and there they waited with Legolas forthe rest of the pany to arrive。
After a while Boromir returned carrying Sam。 Behind in the narrow but nowwell…trodden track came Gandalf； leading Bill with Gimli perched among thebaggage。 Last came Aragorn carrying Frodo。 They passed through the lane； buthardly had Frodo touched the ground when with a deep rumble there rolled downa fall of stones and slithering snow。 The spray of it half blinded the panyas they crouched against the cliff； and when the air cleared again they sawthat the path was blocked behind them。
‘Enough； enough！' cried Gimli。 'We are departing as quickly as we may！'
And indeed with that last stroke the malice of the mountain seemed to be
expended； as if Caradhras was satisfied that the invaders had been beaten offand would not dare to return。 The threat of snow lifted； the clouds began tobreak and the light grew broader。
As Legolas had reported； they found that the snow became steadily moreshallow as they went down； so that even the hobbits could trudge along。 Soonthey all stood once more on the flat shelf at the head of the steep slopewhere they had felt the first flakes of snow the night before。
The morning was now far advanced。 From the high place they looked backwestwards over the lower lands。 Far away in the tumble of country that lay atthe foot of the mountain was the dell from which they had started to climb thepass。
Frodo's legs ached。 He was chilled to the bone and hungry； and his headwas dizzy as he thought of the long and painful march downhill。 Black specksswam before his eyes。 He rubbed them； but the black specks remained。 In thedistance below him； but still high above the lower foothills； dark dots werecircling in the air。
‘The birds again！' said Aragorn； pointing down。
'That cannot be helped now；' said Gandalf。 ‘Whether they are good orevil； or have nothing to do with us at all； we must go down at once。 Not evenon the knees of Caradhras will we wait for another night…fall！'
A cold wind flowed down behind them； as they turned their backs on theRedhorn Gate； and stumbled wearily down the slope。 Caradhras had defeatedthem。
_Chapter 4_
A Journey in the Dark
It was evening； and the grey light was again waning fast； when theyhalted for the night。 They were very weary。 The mountains were veiled indeepening dusk； and the wind was cold。 Gandalf spared them one more mouthfuleach of the miruvor of Rivendell。 When they had eaten some food he called acouncil。
'We cannot； of course； go on again tonight；' he said。 ‘The attack on theRedhorn Gate has tired us out； and we must rest here for a while。'
‘And then where are we to go？ ' asked Frodo。
'We still have our journey and our errand before us；' answered Gandalf。
‘We have no choice but to go on； or to return to Rivendell。'
Pippin's face brightened visibly at the mere mention of return toRivendell； Merry and Sam looked up hopefully。 But Aragorn and Boromir made nosign。 Frodo looked troubled。
‘I wish I was back there；' he said。 ‘But how can I return without shame –
unless there is indeed no other way； and we are already defeated？ '
‘You are right； Frodo；' said Gandalf： ‘to go back is to admit defeat andface worse defeat to e。 If we go back now； then the Ring must remain there：
we shall not be able to set out again。 Then sooner or later Rivendell will bebesieged； and after a brief and bitter time it will be destroyed。 TheRingwraiths are deadly enemies； but they are only shadows yet of the power andterror they would possess if the Ruling Ring was on their master's handagain。'
'Then we must go on； if there is a way；' said Frodo with a sigh。 Sam sankback into gloom。
‘There is a way that we may attempt；' said Gandalf。 ‘I thought from thebeginning； when first I considered this journey； that we should try it。 But itis not a pleasant way； and I have not spoken of it to the pany before。
Aragorn was against it； until the pass over the mountains had at least beentried。'
‘If it is a worse road than the Redhorn Gate； then it must be evilindeed；' said Merry。 ‘But you had better tell us about it； and let us know theworst at once。'
'The road that I speak of leads to the Mines of Moria；' said Gandalf。
Only Gimli lifted up his head； a smouldering fire was in his eyes。 On all theothers a dread fell at the mention of that name。 Even to the hobbits it was a
legend of vague fear：
‘The road may lead to Moria； but how can we hope that it will leadthrough Moria？ ' said Aragorn darkly。
‘It is a name of ill omen；' said Boromir。 ‘Nor do I see the need to gothere。 If we cannot cross the mountains； let us journey southwards； until wee to the Gap of Rohan； where men are friendly to my people； taking the roadthat I followed on my way hither。 Or we might pass by and cross the Isen intoLangstrand and Lebennin； and so e to Gondor from the regions nigh to thesea。'
'Things have changed since you came north； Boromir；' answered Gandalf。
'Did you not hear what I told you of Saruman？ With him I may have business ofmy own ere all is over。 But the Ring must not e near Isengard； if that canby any means be prevented。 The Gap of Rohan is closed to us while we go withthe Bearer。
'As for the longer road： we cannot afford the time。 We might spend a yearin such a journey； and we should pass through many lands that are empty andharbourless。 Yet they would not be safe。 The watchful eyes both of Saruman andof the Enemy are on them。 When you came north； Boromir； you were in theEnemy's eyes only one stray wanderer from the South and a matter of smallconcern to him： his mind was busy with the pursuit of the Ring。 But you returnnow as a member of the Ring's pany； and you are in peril as long as youremain with us。 The danger will increase with every league that we go southunder the naked sky。
‘Since our open attempt on the mountain…pass our plight has bee more
desperate； I fear。 I see now little hope； if we do not soon vanish from sightfor a while； and cover our trail。 Therefore I advise that we should go neitherover the mountains； nor round them； but under them。 That is a road at any ratethat the Enemy will least expect us to take。'
‘We do not know what he expects；' said Boromir。 ‘He may watch all roads；
likely and unlikely。 In that case to enter Moria would be to walk into a trap；
hardly better than knocking at the gates of the Dark Tower itself。 The name ofMoria is black。'
‘You speak of what you do not know； when you liken Moria to thestronghold of Sauron；' answered Gandalf。 ‘I alone of you have ever been in thedungeons of the Dark Lord； and only in his older and lesser dwelling in DolGuldur。 Those who pass the gates of Barad…d。r do not return。 But I would notlead you into Moria if there were no hope of ing out again。 If there areOrcs there； it may prove ill for us； that is true。 But most of the Orcs of theMisty Mountains were scattered or destroyed in the Battle of Five Armies。 TheEagles report that Orcs are gathering again from afar； but there is a hopethat Moria is still free。
‘There is even a chance that Dwarves are there； and that in some deephall of his fathers； Balin son of Fundin may be found。 However it may prove；
one must tread the path that need chooses！'
'I will tread the path with you； Gandalf！ ' said Gimli。 'I will go andlook on the halls of Durin； whatever may wait there…if you can find the doorsthat are shut。'