the Road； faint and grey in the failing light； some thirty feel below them。 The sound of hoofs drew nearer。 They were going fast； with a light clippetyclippelyclip。 Then faintly； as if it was blown away from them by the breeze； they seemed to catch a dim ringing； as of small bells tinkling。
'That does not sound like a Black Rider's horse！' said Frodo； listening intently。 The other hobbits agreed hopefully that it did not； but they all remained full of suspicion。 They had been in fear of pursuit for so long that any sound from behind seemed ominous and unfriendly。 But Strider was now leaning forward； stooped to the ground； with a hand to his ear； and a look of joy on his face。
The light faded； and the leaves on the bushes rustled softly。 Clearer and nearer now the bells jingled； and clippetyclip came the quick trotting feet。 Suddenly into view below came a white horse； gleaming in the shadows； running swiftly。 In the dusk its headstall flickered and flashed； as if it were studded with gems like living stars。 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 i