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ars。 The rider's cloak streamed behind him； and his hood was thrown back； his golden hair flowed shimmering in the wind of his speed。 To Frodo it appeared that a white light was shining through the form and raiment of the rider； as if through a thin veil。
Strider sprang from hiding and dashed down towards the Road； leaping with a cry through the heather； but even before he had moved or called； the rider had reined in his horse and halted； looking up towards the thicket where they stood。 When he saw Strider； he dismounted and ran to meet him calling out： Ai na vedui Dúnadan！ Mae govannen！ His speech and clear ringing voice left no doubt in their hearts： the rider was of the Elvenfolk。 No others that dwelt in the wide world had voices so fair to hear。 But there seemed to be a note of haste or fear in his call； and they saw that he was now speaking quickly and urgently to Strider。
Soon Strider beckoned to them； and the hobbits left the bushes and hurried down to the Road。 'This is Glorfindel； who dwells in the house of Elrond；' said Strider。
'Hail； and well met at last！' said the Elflord to Frodo。 'I was sent from Rivendell to look for you。 We feared that you were in danger upon the road。'
'Then Gandalf has reached Rivendell？' cried Frodo joyfully。
'No。 He had not when I departed； but that was nine days ago；' answered Glorfindel。 'Elrond received news that troubled him。 Some of my kindred； journeying in your land beyond the Baranduin； learned that things were amiss； and sent messages as swiftly as they could。 They said that the Nine were abroad； and that you were astray bearing a great burden without guidance； for Gandalf had not returned。 There are few even in Rivendell that can ride openly against the Nine； but such as there were； Elrond sent out north； west； and south。 It was thought that you might turn far aside to avoid pursuit； and bee lost in the Wilderness。
'It was my lot to take the Road； and I came to the Bridge of Mitheithel； and left a token there； nigh on seven days ago。 Three of the servants of Sauron were upon the Bridge； but they withdrew and I pursued them westward。 I came also upon two others； but they turned away southward。 Since then I have searched for your trail。 Two days ago I found it； and followed it over the Bridge； and today I marked where you descended from the hills again。 But e！ There is no time for further news。 Since you are here we must risk the peril of the Road and go。 There are five behind us； and when they find your trail upon the Road they will ride after us like the wind。 And they are not all。 Where the other four may be； I do not know。 I fear that we may find the Ford is already held against us。'
While Glorfindel was speaking the shades of evening deepened。 Frodo felt a great weariness e over him。 Ever since the sun began to sink the mist before his eyes had darkened； and he felt that a shadow was ing between him and the faces of his friends。 Now pain assailed him； and he felt cold。 He swayed； clutching at Sam's arm。
'My master is sick and wounded；' said Sam angrily。 'He can't go on riding after nightfall。 He needs rest。'
Glorfindel caught Frodo as he sank to the ground； and taking him gently in his arms he looked in his face with grave anxiety。
Briefly Strider told of the attack on their camp under Weathertop； and of the deadly knife。 He drew out the hilt； which he had kept； and handed it to the Elf。 Glorfindel shuddered as he took it； but he looked intently at it。
'There are evil things written on this hilt；' he said； 'though maybe your eyes cannot see them。 Keep it； Aragorn； till we reach the house of Elrond！ But be wary； and handle it as little as you may！ Alas！ the wounds of this weapon are beyond my skill to heal。 I will do what I can 。 but all the more do I urge you now to go on without rest。'
He searched the wound on Frodo's shoulder with his fingers； and his face grew graver； as if 。 But Frodo felt the chill lessen in his side and arm； a little warmth crept down from his shoulder to his hand； and the pain grew easier。 The dusk of evening seemed to grow lighter about him； as if a cloud had been withdrawn。 He saw his friends' faces more clearly again； and a measure of new hope and strength returned。
'You shall ride my horse；' said Glorfindel。 'I will shorten the stirrups up to the saddleskins； and you must sit as tight as you can。 But you need not fear： my horse will not let any rider fall that I mand him to bear。 His pace is light and smooth； and if danger presses too near； he will bear you away with a speed that even the black steeds of the enemy cannot rival。'
'No； he will not！' said Frodo。 'I shall not ride him； if I am to be carried off to Rivendell or anywhere else； leaving my friends behind in danger。'
Glorfindel smiled。 'I doubt very much；' he said； 'if your friends would be in danger if you were not with them！ The pursuit would follow you and leave us in peace； I think。 It is you； Frodo； and that which you bear that brings us all in peril。'
To that Frodo had no answer； and he was persuaded to mount Glorfindel's white horse。 The pony was laden instead with a great part of the others' burdens； so that they now marched lighter； and for a time made good speed； but the hobbits began to find it hard to keep up with the swift tireless feet of the Elf。 On he led them； into the mouth of darkness； and still on under the deep clouded night。 There was neither star nor moon。 Not until the grey of dawn did he allow them to halt。 Pippin； Merry； and Sam were by that time nearly asleep on their stumbling legs； and even Strider seemed by the sag of his shoulders to be weary。 Frodo sat upon the horse in a dark dream。
They cast themselves down in the heather a few yards from the roadside； and fell asleep immediately。 They seemed hardly to have closed their eyes when Glorfindel； who had set himself to watch while they slept； awoke them again。 The sun had now climbed far into the morning； and the clouds and mists of the night were gone。
'Drink this！' said Glorfindel to them； pouring for each in turn a little liquor from his silverstudded flask of leather。 It was clear as spring water and had no taste； and it did not feel either cool or warm in the mouth； but strength and vigour seemed to flow into all their limbs as they drank it。 Eaten after that draught the stale bread and dried fruit （which was now all that they had left） seemed to satisfy their hunger better than many a good breakfast in the Shire had done。
They had rested rather less than five hours when they took to the Road again。 Glorfindel still urged them on； and only allowed two brief halts during the day's march。 In this way they covered almost twenty miles before nightfall； and came to a point where the Road bent right and ran down towards the bottom of the valley； now making straight for the Bruinen。 So far there had been no sign or sound of pursuit that the hobbits could see or hear； but often Glorfindel would halt and listen for a moment； if they lagged behind； and a look of anxiety clouded his face。 Once or twice he spoke to Strider in the elftongue。
But however anxious their guides might be； it was plain that the hobbits could go no further that night。 They were stumbling along dizzy with weariness； and unable to think of anything but their feet and legs。 Frodo's pain had redoubled； and during the day things about him faded to shadows of ghostly grey。 He almost weled the ing of night； for then the world seemed less pale and empty。
The hobbits were still weary； when they set out again early next morning。 There were many miles yet to go between them and the Ford； and they hobbled forward at the best pace they could manage。
'Our peril will be greatest just ere we reach the river；' said Glorfindel； 'for my heart warns me that the pursuit is now swift behind us； and other danger may be waiting by the Ford。'
The Road was still running steadily downhill； and there was now in places much grass at either side； in which the hobbits walked when they could； to ease their tired feet。 In the late afternoon they came to a place where the Road went suddenly under the dark shadow of tall pirees； and then plunged into a deep cutting with steep moist walls of red stone。 Echoes ran along as they hurried forward； and there seemed to be a sound of many footfalls following their own。 All at once； as if through a gate of light； the Road ran out again from the end of the tunnel into the open。 There at the bottom of a sharp incline they saw before them a long flat mile； and beyond that the Ford of Rivendell。 On the further side was a steep brown bank； threaded by a winding path； and behind that the tall mountains climbed； shoulder above shoulder； and peak beyond peak； into the fading sky。
There was still an echo as of following feet in the cutting behind them； a rushing noise as if a wind were rising and pouring through the branches of the pines。 One moment Glorfindel turned and listened； then he sprang forward with a loud cry。
'Fly！' he called。 'Fly！ The enemy is upon us！'
The white horse leaped forward。 The hobbits ran down the slope。 Glorfindel and Strider followed as rearguard。 They were only half way across the flat； when suddenly there was a noise of horses galloping。 Out of the gate in the trees that they had just left rode a Black Rider。 He reined his horse in； and halted； swaying in his saddle。 Another followed him； and then another； then again two more。
'Ride forward！ Ride！' cried Glorfindel to Frodo。
He did not obey at once； for a strange reluctance seized him。 Checking the horse to a walk； he turned and looked back。 The Riders seemed to sit upon their great steeds like threatening statues upon a hill； dark and solid； while all the woods and land about them receded as if into a mist。 Suddenly he knew in his heart that they were silently manding him to wait。 Then at once fear and hatred awoke in him。 His hand left the bridle and gripped the hilt of his sword； and with a red flash he drew it。
'Ride on！ Ride on！' cried Glorfindel； and then loud and clear he called to the horse in the elftongue： noro lim； noro lim； Asfaloth！
At once the white horse sprang away and sped like the wind along the last lap of the Road。 At the same moment the black horses leaped down the hill in pursuit； and from the Riders came a terrible cry； such as Frodo had heard filling the woods with horror in the Eastfarthing far away。 It was answered； and to the dismay of Frodo and his friends out from the trees and rocks away on the left four other Riders came flying。 Two rode towards Frodo： two galloped madly towards the Ford to cut off his escape。 They seemed to him to run like the wind and to grow swiftly larger and darker； as their courses converged with his。
Frodo looked back for a moment over his shoulder。 He could no longer see his friends。 The Riders behind were falling back： even their great steeds were no match in speed for the white elfhorse of Glorfindel。 He looked forward again； and hope faded。 There seemed no chance of reaching the Ford before he was cut off by the others that had lain in ambush。 He could see them clearly now： they appeared to have cast aside their hoods and black cloaks； and they were robed in white and grey。 Swords were naked in their pale hands； helms were on their heads。 Their cold eyes glittered； and they called to him with fell voices。
Fear now filled all Frodo's mind。 He thought no longer of his sword。 No cry came from him。 He shut his eyes and clung to the horse's mane。 The wind whistled in his ears； and the bells upon the harness rang wild and shrill。 A breath of deadly cold pierced him like a spear； as with a last spurt； like a flash of white fire； the elfhorse speeding as if on wings； passed right before the face of the foremost Rider。
Frodo heard the splash of water。 It foamed about his feet。 He felt the quick heave and surge as the horse left the river and struggled up the stony path。 He was climbing the steep bank。 He was across the Ford。
But the pursuers were close behind。 At the top of the bank the horse halted and turned about neighing fiercely。 There were Nine Riders at the water's edge below； and Frodo's spirit quailed before the threat of their uplifted faces。 He knew of nothing that would prevent them from crossing as easily as he had done； and he