sad。
' 〃To Gimli son of Gluin；〃 she said； 〃give his Lady's greeting。
Lock…bearer； wherever thou goest my thought goes with thee。 But have a care
to lay thine axe to the right tree！〃 '
'In happy hour you have returned to us； Gandalf；' cried the Dwarf；
capering as he sang loudly in the strange dwarf…tongue。 'e； e！' he
shouted； swinging his axe。 'Since Gandalf's head is now sacred； let us find
one that it is right to cleave！'
'That will not be far to seek；' said Gandalf； rising from his seat。
'e！ We have spent all the time that is allowed to a meeting of parted
friends。 Now there is need of haste。'
He wrapped himself again in his old tattered cloak； and led the way。
Following him they descended quickly from the high shelf and made their way
back through the forest； down the bank of the Entwash。 They spoke no more
words； until they stood again upon the grass beyond the eaves of Fangorn。
There was no sign of their horses to be seen。
'They have not returned；' said Legolas。 'It will be a weary walk！'
'I shall not walk。 Time presses；' said Gandalf。 Then lifting up his
head he gave a long whistle。 So clear and piercing was the note that the
others stood amazed to hear such a sound e from those old bearded lips。
Three times he whistled； and then faint and far off it seemed to them that
they heard the whinny of a horse borne up from the plains upon the eastern
wind。 They waited wondering。 Before long there came the sound of hoofs； at
first hardly more than a tremor of the ground perceptible only to Aragorn as
he lay upon the grass； then growing steadily louder and clearer to a quick
beat。
'There is more than one horse ing；' said Aragorn。
'Certainly；' said Gandalf。 'We are too great a burden for one。'
'There are three；' said Legolas； gazing out over the plain。 'See how
they run！ There is Hasufel； and there is my friend Arod beside him！ But
there is another that strides ahead： a very great horse。 I have not seen his
like before。'
'Nor will you again；' said Gandalf。 'That is Shadowfax。 He is the chief
of the Mearas； lords of horses； and not even Thjoden； King of Rohan； has
ever looked on a better。 Does he not shine like silver； and run as smoothly
as a swift stream？ He has e for me： the horse of the White Rider。 We are
going to battle together。'
Even as the old wizard spoke； the great horse came striding up the
slope towards them； his coat was glistening and his mane flowing in the wind
of his speed。 The two others followed； now far behind。 As soon as Shadowfax
saw Gandalf； he checked his pace and whinnied loudly； then trotting gently
forward he stooped his proud head and nuzzled his great nostrils against the
old man's neck。
Gandalf caressed him。 'It is a long way from Rivendell； my friend；' he
said； 'but you are wise and swift and e at need。 Far let us ride now
together； and part not in this world again！'
Soon the other horses came up and stood quietly by； as if awaiting
orders。 'We go at once to Meduseld； the hall of your master； Thjoden；' said
Gandalf； addressing them gravely。 They bowed their heads。 'Time presses； so
with your leave； my friends； we will ride。 We beg you to use all the speed
that you can。 Hasufel shall bear Aragorn and Arod Legolas。 I will set Gimli
before me； and by his leave Shadowfax shall bear us both。 We will wait now
only to drink a little。'
'Now I understand a part of last night's riddle；' said Legolas as he
sprang lightly upon Arod's back。 'Whether they fled at first in fear； or
not； our horses met Shadowfax； their chieftain； and greeted him with joy。
Did you know that he was at hand； Gandalf？'
'Yes； I knew；' said the wizard。 'I bent my thought upon him； bidding
him to make haste； for yesterday he was far away in the south of this land。
Swiftly may he bear me back again！'
Gandalf spoke now to Shadowfax； and the horse set off at a good pace；
yet not beyond the measure of the others。 After a little while he turned
suddenly； and choosing a place where the banks were lower； he waded the
river； and then led them away due south into a flat land； treeless and wide。
The wind went like grey waves through the endless miles of grass。 There was
no sign of road or track； but Shadowfax did not stay or falter。
'He is steering a straight course now for the halls of Thjoden under
the slopes of the White Mountains；' said Gandalf。 'It will be quicker so。
The ground is firmer in the Eastemnet； where the chief northward track lies；
across the river； but Shadowfax knows the way through every fen and hollow。'
For many hours they rode on through the meads and riverlands。 Often the
grass was so high that it reached above the knees of the riders； and their
steeds seemed to be swimming in a grey…green sea。 They came upon many hidden
pools； and broad acres of sedge waving above wet and treacherous bogs； but
Shadowfax found the way； and the other horses followed in his swath。 Slowly
the sun fell from the sky down into the West。 Looking out over the great
plain； far away the riders saw it for a moment like a red fire sinking into
the grass。 Low upon the edge of sight shoulders of the mountains glinted red
upon either side。 A smoke seemed to rise up and darken the sun's disc to the
hue of blood； as if it had kindled the grass as it passed down under the rim
of earth。
'There lies the Gap of Rohan；' said Gandalf。 'It is now almost due west
of us。 That way lies Isengard。'
'I see a great smoke；' said Legolas。 'What may that be？'
'Battle and war！' said Gandalf。 'Ride on！'
Chapter 6。 The King of the Golden Hall
They rode on through sunset； and slow dusk； and gathering night。 When
at last they halted and dismounted； even Aragorn was stiff and weary。
Gandalf only allowed them a few hours' rest。 Legolas and Gimli slept and
Aragorn lay flat； stretched upon his back； but Gandalf stood； leaning on his
staff； gazing into the darkness； east and west。 All was silent； and there
was no sign or sound of living thing。 The night was barred with long clouds；
fleeting on a chill wind； when they arose again。 Under the cold moon they
went on once more； as swift as by the light of day。
Hours passed and still they rode on。 Gimli nodded and would have fallen
from his seat； if Gandalf had not clutched and shaken him。 Hasufel and Arod；
weary but proud； followed their tireless leader； a grey shadow before them
hardly to he seen。 The miles went by。 The waxing moon sank into the cloudy
West。
A bitter chill came into the air。 Slowly in the East the dark faded to
a cold grey。 Red shafts of light leapt above the black walls of the Emyn
Muil far away upon their left。 Dawn came clear and bright； a wind swept
across their path； rushing through the bent grasses。 Suddenly Shadowfax
stood still and neighed。 Gandalf pointed ahead。
'Look！' he cried； and they lifted their tired ey