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t 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 lead through Moria？ ' said Aragorn darkly。
‘It is a name of ill omen；' said Boromir。 ‘Nor do I see the need to go there。 If we cannot cross the mountains； let us journey southwards； until we e to the Gap of Rohan； where men are friendly to my people； taking the road that I followed on my way hither。 Or we might pass by and cross the Isen into Langstrand and Lebennin； and so e to Gondor from the regions nigh to the sea。'
'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 of my own ere all is over。 But the Ring must not e near Isengard； if that can by any means be prevented。 The Gap of Rohan is closed to us while we go with the Bearer。
'As for the longer road： we cannot afford the time。 We might spend a year in such a journey； and we should pass through many lands that are empty and harbourless。 Yet they would not be safe。 The watchful eyes both of Saruman and of the Enemy are on them。 When you came north； Boromir； you were in the Enemy's eyes only one stray wanderer from the South and a matter of small concern to him： his mind was busy with the pursuit of the Ring。 But you return now as a member of the Ring's pany； and you are in peril as long as you remain with us。 The danger will increase with every league that we go south under 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 sight for a while； and cover our trail。 Therefore I advise that we should go neither over the mountains； nor round them； but under them。 That is a road at any rate that 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 of Moria is black。'
‘You speak of what you do not know； when you liken Moria to the stronghold of Sauron；' answered Gandalf。 ‘I alone of you have ever been in the dungeons of the Dark Lord； and only in his older and lesser dwelling in Dol Guldur。 Those who pass the gates of Barad…d？r do not return。 But I would not lead you into Moria if there were no hope of ing out again。 If there are Orcs there； it may prove ill for us； that is true。 But most of the Orcs of the Misty Mountains were scattered or destroyed in the Battle of Five Armies。 The Eagles report that Orcs are gathering again from afar； but there is a hope that Moria is still free。
‘There is even a chance that Dwarves are there； and that in some deep hall 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 and look on the halls of Durin； whatever may wait there…if you can find the doors that are shut。'
'Good； Gimli！ ' said Gandalf。 ‘You encourage me。 We will seek the hidden doors together。 And we will e through。 In the ruins of the Dwarves； a dwarf's head will be less easy to bewilder than Elves or Men or Hobbits。 Yet it will not be the first time that I have been to Moria。 I sought there long for Thráin son of Thrór after he was lost。 I passed through； and I came out again alive！ '
‘I too once passed the Dimrill Gate；' said Aragorn quietly； 'but though I also came out again； the memory is very evil。 I do not wish to enter Moria a second time。'
'And I don't wish to enter it even once；' said Pippin。
'Nor me；' muttered Sam。
‘Of course not！ ' said Gandalf。 'Who would？ But the question is： who will follow me； if I lead you there？ '
'I will；' said Gimli eagerly。
'I will；' said Aragorn heavily。 ‘You followed my lead almost to disaster in the snow； and have said no word of blame。 I will follow your lead now … if this last warning does not move you。 It is not of the Ring； nor of us others that I am thinking now； but of you； Gandalf。 And I say to you： if you pass the doors of Moria； beware！ '
‘I will not go；' said Boromir； 'not unless the vote of the whole pany is against me。 What do Legolas and the little folk say？ The Ring…bearer's voice surely should be heard？ '
'I do not wish to go to Moria；' said Legolas。
The hobbits said nothing。 Sam looked at Frodo。 At last Frodo spoke。 ‘I do not wish to go；' he said； ‘but neither do I wish to refuse the advice of Gandalf。 I beg that there should be no vote； until we have slept on it。 Gandalf will get votes easier in the light of the morning than in this cold gloom。 How the wind howls！ '
At these words all fell into silent thought。 They heard the wind hissing among the rocks and trees； and there was a howling and wailing round them in the empty spaces of the night。
Suddenly Aragorn leapt to his feet。 'How the wind howls！ ' he cried。 'It is howling with wolf…voices。 The Wargs have e west of the Mountains！ '
'Need we wait until morning then？ ' said Gandalf。 ‘It is as I said。 The hunt is up！ Even if we live to see the dawn； who now will wish to journey south by night with the wild wolves on his trail？ '
'How far is Moria？ ' asked Boromir。
‘There was a door south…west of Caradhras； some fifteen miles as the crow flies； and maybe twenty as the wolf runs；' answered Gandalf grimly。
'Then let us start as soon as it is light tomorrow； if we can；' said Boromir。 'The wolf that one hears is worse than the orc that one fears。'
‘True！' said Aragorn； loosening his sword in its sheath。 ‘But where the warg howls； there also the orc prowls。'
‘I wish I had taken Elrond's advice；' muttered Pippin to Sam。 ‘I am no good after all。 There is not enough of the breed of Bandobras the Bullroarer in me： these howls freeze my blood。 I don't ever remember feeling so wretched。'
'My heart's right down in my toes； Mr。 Pippin；' said Sam。 'But we aren't etten yet； and there are some stout folk here with us。 Whatever may be in store for old Gandalf； I'll wager it isn't a wolf's belly。'
For their defence in the night the pany climbed to the top of the small hill under which they had been sheltering。 it was crowned with a knot of old and twisted trees； about which lay a broken circle of boulder stones。 In the midst of this they lit a fire； for there was no hope that darkness and silence would keep their trail from discovery by the hunting packs。
Round the fire they sat； and those that were not on guard dozed uneasily。 Poor Bill the pony trembled and sweated where he stood。 The howling of the wolves was now all round them； sometimes nearer and sometimes further off。 In the dead of the night many shining eyes were seen peering over the brow of the hill。 Some advanced almost to the ring of stones。 At a gap in the circle a great dark wolf…shape could be seen halted； gazing at them。 A shuddering howl broke from him； as if he were a captain summoning his pack to the assault。
Gandalf stood up and strode forward； holding his staff aloft。 'Listen； Hound of Sauron！ ' he cried。 ‘Gandalf is here。 Fly； if you value your foul skin！ I will shrivel you from tail to snout； if you e within this ring。'
The wolf snarled and sprang towards them with a great leap。 At that moment there was a sharp twang。 Legolas had loosed his bow。 There was a hideous yell； and the leaping shape thudded to the ground； the elvish arrow had pierced its throat。 The watching eyes were suddenly extinguished。 Gandalf and Aragorn strode forward； but the hill was deserted； the hunting packs had fled。 All about them the darkness grew silent； and no cry came on the sighing wind。
The night was old； and westward the waning moon was setting。 gleaming fitfully through the breaking clouds。 Suddenly Frodo started from sleep。 Without warning a storm of howls broke out fierce and wild all about the camp。 A great host of Wargs had gathered silently and was now attacking them from every side at once。
‘Fling fuel on the fire！' cried Gandalf to the hobbits。 ‘Draw your blades； and stand back to back！'
In the leaping light； as the fresh wood blazed up； Frodo saw many grey shapes spring over the ring of stones。 More and more followed。 Through the throat of one huge leader Aragorn passed his sword with a thrust； with a great sweep Boromir hewed the head off another。 Beside them Gimli stood with his stout legs apart； wielding his dwarf…axe。 The bow of Legolas was singing。
In the wavering firelight Gandalf seemed suddenly to grow： he rose up； a great menacing shape like the monument of some ancient king of stone set upon a hill。 Stooping like a cloud； he lifted a burning branch and strode to meet the wolves。 They gave back before him。 High in the air he tossed the blazing brand。 It flared with a sudden white radiance like lightning； and his voice rolled like thunder。
‘Naur an edraith ammen！ Naur dan i ngaurhoth！' he cried。
There was a roar and a crackle； and the tree above him burst into a leaf and bloom of blinding flame。 The fire leapt from tree…top to tree…top。 The whole hill was crowned with dazzling light。 The swords and knives of