verlode bore us back to Anduin that we returned to the time that flows through mortal lands to the Great Sea。 And I don't remember any moon； either new or old； in Caras Galadhon： only stars by night and sun by day。'
Legolas stirred in his boat。 'Nay； time does not tarry ever；' he said； 'but change and growth is not in all things and places alike。 For the Elves the world moves； and it moves both very swift and very slow。 Swift； because they themselves change little； and all else fleets by： it is a grief to them。 Slow； because they do not count the running years； not for themselves。 The passing seasons are but ripples ever repeated in the long long stream。 Yet beneath the Sun all things must wear to an end at last。'
'But the wearing is slow in Lórien；' said Frodo。 'The power of the Lady is on it。 Rich are the hours； though short they seem； in Caras Galadhon； where Galadriel wields the Elvenring。'
'That should not have been said outside Lórien； not even to me；' said Aragorn。 'Speak no more of it！ But so it is； Sam： in that land you lost your count。 There time flowed swiftly by us； as for the Elves。 The old moon passed； and a new moon waxed and waned in the world outside； while we tarried there。 And yestereve a new moon came again。 Winter is nearly gone。 Time flows on to a spring of little hope。'
The night passed silently。 No voice or call was heard again across the water。 The travellers huddled in their boats felt the changing of the weather。 The air grew warm and very still under the great moist clouds that had floated up from the South and the distant seas。 The rushing of the River over the rocks of the rapids seemed to grow louder and closer。 The twigs of the trees above them began to drip。
When the day came the mood of the world about them had bee soft and sad。 Slowly the dawn grew to a pale light； diffused and shadowless。 There was mist on the River； and white fog swathed the shore； the far bank could not be seen。
'I can't abide fog；' said Sam； 'but this seems to be a lucky one。 Now perhaps we can get away without those cursed goblins seeing us。'
'Perhaps so；' said Aragorn。 'But it will be hard to find the path unless the fog lifts a little later on。 And we must find the path； if we are to pass Sarn Gebir and e to the Emyn Muil。'
'I do not see why we should pass the Rapids or follow the River any further；' said Boromir。 'If the Emyn Muil lie before us； then we can abandon these cockleboats； and strike westward and southward； until we e to the Entwash and cross into my own land。'
'We can； if we are making for Minas Tirith；' said Aragorn； 'but that is not yet agreed。 And such a course may be more perilous than it sounds。 The vale of Entwash is flat and fenny； and fog is a deadly peril there for those on foot and laden。 I would not abandon our boats until we must。 The River is at least a path that cannot be missed。'
'But the Enemy holds the eastern bank；' objected Boromir。 'And even if you pass the Gates of Argonath and e unmolested to the Tindrock； what will you do then？ Leap down the Falls and land in the marshes？ '
'No！' answered Aragorn。 'Say rather that we will bear our boats by the ancient way to Raurosfoot； and there take to the water again。 Do you not know； Boromir； or do you choose to fet the North Stair； and the high seat upon Amon Hen； that were made in the days of the great kings？ I at least have a mind to stand in that high place again； before I decide my further course。 There； maybe； we shall see some sign that will guide us。'
Boromir held out long against this choice； but when it became plain that Frodo would follow Aragorn； wherever he went； he gave in。 'It is not the way of the Men of Minas Tirith to desert their friends at need；' he said； 'and you will need my strength； if ever you are to reach the Tindrock。 To the tall isle I will go； but no further。 There I shall turn to my home； alone if my help has not earned the reward of any panionship。'
The day was now growing； and the fog had lifted a little。 It was decided that Aragorn and Legolas should at once go forward along the shore； while the others remained by the boats。 Aragorn hoped to find some way by which they could carry both their boats and their baggage to the smoother water beyond the Rapids。
'Boats of the Elves would not sink； maybe；' he said； 'but that does not say that we should e through Sarn Gebir alive。 None have ever done so yet。 No road was made by the Men of Gondor in this region； for even in their great days their realm did not reach up Anduin beyond the Emyn Muil； but there is a portageway somewhere on the western shore； if I can find it。 It cannot yet have perished； for light boats used to journey out of Wilderland down to Osgiliath； and still did so until a few years ago； when the Orcs of Mordor began to multiply。'
'Seldom in my life has any boat e out of the North； and the Orcs prowl on the eastshore；' said Boromir。 'If you go forward； peril will grow with every mile； even if you find a path。'
'Peril lies ahead on every southward road；' answered Aragorn。 'Wait for us one day。 If we do not return in that time； you will know that evil has indeed befallen us。 Then you must take a new leader and follow him as best you can。'
It was with a heavy heart that Frodo saw Aragorn and Legolas climb the steep bank and vanish into the mists； but his fears proved groundless。 Only two or three hours had passed； and it was barely midday； when the shadowy shapes of the explorers appeared again。
'All is well；' said Aragorn； as he clambered down the bank。 'There is a track； and it leads to a good landing that is still serviceable。 The distance is not great： the head of the Rapids is but half a mile below us； and they are little more than a mile long。 Not far beyond them the stream bees clear and smooth again； though it runs swiftly。 Our hardest task will be to get our boats and baggage to the old portageway。 We have found it； but it lies well back from the waterside here； and runs under the lee of a rockwall； a furlong or more from the shore。 We did not find where the northward landing lies。 If it still remains； we must have passed it yesterday night。 We might labour far upstream and yet miss it in the fog。 I fear we must leave the River now； and make for the portageway as best we can from here。'
'That would not be easy； even if we were all Men；' said Boromir。
'Yet such as we are we will try it；' said Aragorn。
'Aye； we will；' said Gimli。 'The legs of Men will lag on a rough road； while a Dwarf goes on； be the burden twice his own weight； Master Boromir！'
The task proved hard indeed； yet in the end it was done。 The goods were taken out of the boats and brought to the top of the bank； where there was a level space。 Then the boats were drawn out of the water and carried up。 They were far less heavy than any had expected。 Of what tree growing in the elvish country they were made not even Legolas knew； but the wood was tough and yet strangely light。 Merry and Pippin alone could carry their boat with ease along the flat。 Noheless it needed the strength of the two Men to lift and haul them over the ground that the pany now had to cross。 It sloped up away from the River； a tumbled waste of grey limestoneboulders； with many hidden holes shrouded with weeds and bushes； there were thickets of brambles； and sheer dells； and here and there boggy pools fed by waters trickling from the terraces further inland。
One by one Boromir and Aragorn carried the boats； while the others toiled and scrambled after them with the baggage。 At last all was removed and laid on the portageway。 Then with little further hindrance； save from sprawling briars and many fallen stones； they moved forward all together。 Fog still hung in veils upon the crumbling rockwall； and to their left mist shrouded the River： they could hear it rushing and foaming over the sharp shelves and stony teeth of Sarn Gebir； but they could not see it。 Twice they made the journey； before all was brought safe to the southern landing。
There the portageway； turning back to the waterside； ran gently down to the shallow edge of a little pool。 It seemed to have been scooped in the riverside； not by hand； but by the water swirling down from Sarn Gebir against a low pier of rock that jutted out some way into the stream。 Beyond it the shore rose sheer into a grey cliff； and there was no further passage for those on foot。
Already the short afternoon was past； and a dim cloudy dusk was closing in。 They sat beside the water listening to the confused rush and roar of the Rapids hidden in the mist； they were tired and sleepy； and their hearts were as gloomy as the dying day。
'Well； here we are； and here we must pass another night；' said Boromir。 'We need sleep； and even if Aragorn had a mind to pass the Gates of Argonath by night； we are all too tiredexcept； no doubt； our sturdy dwarf。'
Gimli made no reply： he was nodding as he sat。
'Let us rest as much as we can now；' said Aragorn。 'Tomorrow we must journey by day again。 Unless the weather changes once more and cheats us； we shall have a good chance of slipping through； unseen by any eyes on the eastern shore。 But 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 likeness