ut tonight two must watch together in turns： three hours off and one on guard。'
Nothing happened that night worse than a brief drizzle of rain an hour before dawn。 As soon as it was fully light they started。 Already the fog was thinning。 They kept as close as they could to the western side； and they could see the dim shapes of the low cliffs rising ever higher； shadowy walls with their feet in the hurrying river。 In the midmorning the clouds drew down lower； and it began to rain heavily。 They drew the skincovers over their boats to prevent them from being flooded； and drifted on： little could be seen before them or about them through the grey falling curtains。
The rain； however； did not last long。 Slowly the sky above grew lighter； and then suddenly the clouds broke； and their draggled fringes trailed away northward up the River。 The fogs and mists were gone。 Before the travellers lay a wide ravine； with great rocky sides to which clung； upon shelves and in narrow crevices； a few thrawn trees。 The channel grew narrower and the River swifter。 Now they were speeding along with little hope of stopping or turning； whatever they might meet ahead。 Over them was a lane of paleblue sky； around them the dark overshadowed River； and before them black； shutting out the sun； the hills of Emyn Muil； in which no opening could be seen。
Frodo peering forward saw in the distance two great rocks approaching： like great pinnacles or pillars of stone they seemed。 Tall and sheer and ominous they stood upon either side of the stream。 A narrow gap appeared between them； and the River swept the boats towards it。
'Behold the Argonath； the Pillars of the Kings！' cried Aragorn。 'We shall pass them soon。 Keep the boats in line； and as far apart as you can！ Hold the middle of the stream！'
As Frodo was borne towards them the great pillars rose like towers to meet him。 Giants they seemed to him； vast grey figures silent but threatening。 Then he saw that they were indeed shaped and fashioned： the craft and power of old had wrought upon them； and still they preserved through the suns and rains of fotten years the mighty likenesses in which they had been hewn。 Upon great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone： still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North。 The left hand of each was raised palm outwards in gesture of warning； in each right hand there was an axe； upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown。 Great power and majesty they still wore； the silent wardens of a long vanished kingdom。 Awe and fear fell upon Frodo； and he cowered down； shutting his eyes and not daring to look up as the boat drew near。 Even Boromir bowed his head as the boats whirled by。 frail and fleeting as little leaves； under the enduring shadow of the sentinels of Númenor。 So they passed into the dark chasm of the Gates。
Sheer rose the dreadful cliffs to unguessed heights on either side。 Far off was the dim sky。 The black waters roared and echoed； and a wind screamed over them。 Frodo crouching over his knees heard Sam in front muttering and groaning： 'What a place！ What a horrible place！ Just let me get out of this boat； and I'll never wet my toes in a puddle again； let alone a river！'
'Fear not！' said a strange voice behind him。 Frodo turned and saw Strider； and yet not Strider； for the weatherworn Ranger was no longer there。 In the stern sat Aragorn son of Arathorn； proud and erect； guiding the boat with skilful strokes； his hood was cast back； and his dark hair was blowing in the wind； a light was in his eyes： a king returning from exile to his own land。
'Fear not！' he said。 'Long have I desired to look upon the likenesses of Isildur and Anárion； my sires of old。 Under their shadow Elessar； the Elfstone son of Arathorn of the House of Valandil Isildur's son heir of Elendil； has nought to dread！'
Then the light of his eyes faded； and he spoke to himself： 'Would that Gandalf were here！ How my heart yearns for Minas Anor and the walls of my own city！ But whither now shall I go？'
The chasm was long and dark； and filled with the noise of wind and rushing water and echoing stone。 It bent somewhat towards the west so that at first all was dark ahead； but soon Frodo saw a tall gap of light before him； ever growing。 Swiftly it drew near； and suddenly the boats shot through； out into a wide clear light。
The sun； already long fallen from the noon； was shining in a windy sky。 The pent waters spread out into a long oval lake； pale Nen Hithoel； fenced by steep grey hills whose sides were clad with trees； but their heads were bare； coldgleaming in the sunlight。 At the far southern end rose three peaks。 The midmost stood somewhat forward from the others and sundered from them； an island in the waters； about which the flowing River flung pale shimmering arms。 Distant but deep there came up on the wind a roaring sound like the roll of thunder heard far away。
'Behold Tol Brandir！' said Aragorn； pointing south to the tall peak。 'Upon the left stands Amon Lhaw； and upon the right is Amon Hen the Hills of Hearing and of Sight。 In the days of the great kings there were high seats upon them； and watch was kept there。 But it is said that no foot of man or beast has ever been set upon Tol Brandir。 Ere the shade of night falls we shall e to them。 I hear the endless voice of Rauros calling。'
The pany rested now for a while； drifting south on the current that flowed through the middle of the lake。 They ate some food； and then they took to their paddles and hastened on their way。 The sides of the westward hills fell into shadow； and the Sun grew round and red。 Here and there a misty star peered out。 The three peaks loomed before them； darkling in the twilight。 Rauros was roaring with a great voice。 Already night was laid on the flowing waters when the travellers came at last under the shadow of the hills。
The tenth day of their journey was over。 Wilderland was behind them。 They could go no further without choice between the eastway and the west。 The last stage of the Quest was before them。
Chapter 10
The Breaking of the Fellowship
Aragorn led them to the right arm of the River。 Here upon its western side under the shadow of Tol Brandir a green lawn ran down to the water from the feet of Amon Hen。 Behind it rose the first gentle slopes of the hill clad with trees； and trees marched away westward along the curving shores of the lake。 A little spring fell tumbling down and fed the grass。
'Here we will rest tonight；' said Aragorn。 'This is the lawn of Parth Galen： a fair place in the summer days of old。 Let us hope that no evil has yet e here。'
They drew up their boats on the green banks； and beside them they made their camp。 They set a watch； but had no sight nor sound of their enemies。 If Gollum had contrived to follow them； he remained unseen and unheard。 Noheless as the night wore on Aragorn grew uneasy； tossing often in his sleep and waking。 In the small hours he got up and came to Frodo； whose turn it was to watch。
'Why are you waking？ ' asked Frodo。 'It is not your watch。'
'I do not know；' answered Aragorn； 'but a shadow and a threat has been growing in my sleep。 It would be well to d