t seek a way。 See！ Though all is now snowclad； our path； as we came up； turned about that shoulder of rock down yonder。 It was there that the snow first began to burden us。 If we could reach that point； maybe it would prove easier beyond。 It is no more than a furlong off； I guess。'
'Then let us force a path thither； you and I！' said Aragorn。
Aragorn was the tallest of the pany； but Boromir； little less in height； was broader and heavier in build。 He led the way； and Aragorn followed him。 Slowly they moved off； and were soon toiling heavily。 In places the snow was breasthigh； and often Boromir seemed to bc swimming or burrowing with his great arms rather than walking。
Legolas watched them for a while with a smile upon his lips； and then he turned to the others。 'The strongest must seek a way； say you？ But I say： let a ploughman plough； but choose an otter for swimming； and for running light over grass and leaf or over snowan Elf。'
With that he sprang forth nimbly； and then Frodo noticed as if for the first time； though he had long known it； that the Elf had no boots； but wore only light shoes； as he always did； and his feet made little imprint in the snow。
'Farewell！' he said to Gandalf。 'I go to find the Sun！' Then swift as a runner over firm sand he shot away； and quickly overtaking the toiling men； with a wave of his hand he passed them； and sped into the distance； and vanished round the rocky turn。
The others waited huddled together； watching until Boromir and Aragorn dwindled into black specks in the whiteness。 At length they too passed from sight。 The time dragged on。 The clouds lowered； and now a few flakes of snow came curling down again。
An hour； maybe； went by； though it seemed far longer； and then at last they saw Legolas ing back。 At the same time Boromir and Aragorn reappeared round the bend far behind him and came labouring up the slope。
'Well；' cried Legolas as he ran up； 'I have not brought the Sun。 She is walking in the blue fields of the South； and a little wreath of snow on this Redhorn hillock troubles her not at all。 But I have brought back a gleam of good hope for those who are doomed to go on feet。 There is the greatest wind drift of all just beyond the turn； and there our Strong Men were almost buried。 They despaired； until I returned and told them that the drift was little wider than a wall。 And on the other side the snow suddenly grows less； while further down it is no more than a white coverlet to cool a hobbit's toes。'
'Ah； it is as I said；' growled Gimli。 'It was no ordinary storm。 It is the ill will of Caradhras。 He does not love Elves and Dwarves； and that drift was laid to cut off our escape。'
'But happily your Caradhras has fotten that you have Men with you；' said Boromir； who came up at that moment。 'And doughty Men too； if I may say it； though lesser men with spades might have served you better。 Still； we have thrust a lane through the drift； and for that all here may be grateful who cannot run as light as Elves。'
'But how are we to get down there； even if you have cut through the drift？' said Pippin； voicing the thought of all the hobbits。
'Have hope！' said Boromir。 'I am weary； but I still have some strength left； and Aragorn too。 We will bear the little folk。 The others no doubt will make shift to tread the path behind us。 e； Master Peregrin！ I will begin with you。'
He lifted up the hobbit。 'Cling to my back！ I shall need my arms' he said and strode forward。 Aragorn with Merry came behind。 Pippin marvelled at his strength； seeing the passage that he had already forced with no other tool than his great limbs。 Even now； burdened as he was； he was widening the track for those who followed； thrusting the snow aside as he went。
They came at length to the great drift。 It was flung across the mountain path like a sheer and sudden wall； and its crest； sharp as if shaped with knives； reared up more than twice the height of Boromir； but through the middle a passage had been beaten； rising and falling like a bridge。 On the far side Merry and Pippin were set down； and there they waited with Legolas for the rest of the pany to arrive。
After a while Boromir returned carrying Sam。 Behind in the narrow but now welltrodden track came Gandalf； leading Bill with Gimli perched among the baggage。 Last came Aragorn carrying Frodo。 They passed through the lane； but hardly had Frodo touched the ground when with a deep rumble there rolled down a fall of stones and slithering snow。 The spray of it half blinded the pany as they crouched against the cliff； and when the air cleared again they saw that the path was blocked behind them。
'Enough； enough！' cried Gimli。 'ay！' And indeed with that last stroke the malice of the mountain seemed to be expended； as if Caradhras was satisfied that the invaders had been beaten off and would not dare to return。 The threat of snow lifted； the clouds began to break and the light grew broader。
As Legolas had reported； they found that the snow became steadily more shallow as they went down； so that even the hobbits could trudge along。 Soon they all stood once more on the flat shelf at the head of the steep slope where they had felt the first flakes of snow the night before。
The morning was now far advanced。 From the high place they looked back westwards over the lower lands。 Far away in the tumble of country that lay at the foot of the mountain was the dell from which they had started to climb the pass。
Frodo's legs ached。 He was chilled to the bone and hungry； and his head was dizzy as he thought of the long and painful march downhill。 Black specks swam before his eyes。 He rubbed them； but the black specks remained。 In the distance below him； but still high above the lower foothills； dark dots were circling in the air。
'The birds again！' said Aragorn； pointing down。
'That cannot be helped now；' said Gandalf。 'Whether they are good or evil； or have nothing to do with us at all； we must go down at once。 Not even on the knees of Caradhras will we wait for another nightfall！'
A cold wind flowed down behind them； as they turned their backs on the Redhorn Gate； and stumbled wearily down the slope。 Caradhras had defeated them。
Chapter 4
A Journey in the Dark
It was evening； and the grey light was again waning fast； when they halted for the night。 They were very weary。 The mountains were veiled in deepening dusk； and the wind was cold。 Gandalf spared them one more mouthful each of the miruvor of Rivendell。 When they had eaten some food he called a council。
'We cannot； of course； go on again tonight；' he said。 'The attack on the Redhorn Gate has tired us out； and we must rest here for a while。'
'And then where are we to go？ ' asked Frodo。
'We still have our journey and our errand before us；' answered Gandalf。 'We have no choice but to go on； or to return to Rivendell。'
Pippin's face brightened visibly at the mere mention of return to Rivendell； Merry and Sam looked up hopefully。 But Aragorn and Boromir made no sign。 Frodo looked troubled。
'I wish I was back there；' he said。 'But how can I return without shame 。 unless there is indeed no other way； and we are already defeated？ '
'You are right； Frodo；' said Gandalf： 'to go back is to admit defeat and face worse defeat to e。 If we go back now； then the Ring must remain there： we shall not be able to set out again。 Then sooner or later Rivendell will be besieged； and after a brief and bitter time it will be destroyed。 The Ringwraiths are deadly enemies； but they are only shadows yet of the power and terror they would possess if the Ruling Ring was on their master's hand again。'
'Then we must go on； if there is a way；' said Frodo with a sigh。 Sam sank back into gloom。
'There is a way that we may attempt；' said Gandalf。 'I thought from the beginning； when first I considered this journey； that we should try it。 But it is not a pleasant way； and I have not spoken of it to the pany before。 Aragorn was against it； until the pass over the mountains had at least been tried。'
'If it is a worse road than the Redhorn Gate； then it must be evil indeed；' said Merry。 'But you had better tell us about it； and let us know the worst at once。'
'The road that I speak of leads to the Mines of Moria；' said Gandalf。 Only Gimli lifted up his head； a smouldering fire was in his eyes。 On all the others a dread fell at the mention of that name。 Even to the hobbits it was a legend of vague fear：
'The road may lead to Moria； but how can we hope that it will lead through Moria？ ' said Aragorn darkly。
'It is a name of ill omen；' said Boromir。 'Nor do I see the need to go there。 If we cannot cross the mountains； let us journey southwards； until we e to the Gap of Rohan； where men are friendly to my people； taking the road that I followed on my way hither。 Or we might pass by and cross the Isen into Langstrand and Lebennin； and so e to Gondor from the regions nigh to the sea。'
'Things have changed since you came north； Boromir；' answered Gandalf。 'Did you not hear what I told you of Saruman？ With him I may have business of my own ere all is over。 But the Ring must not e near Isengard； if that can by any means be prevented。 The Gap of Rohan is closed to us while we go with the Bearer。
'As for the longer road： we cannot afford the time。 We might spend a year in such a journey； and we should pass through many lands that are empty and harbourless。 Yet they would not be safe。 The watchful eyes both of Saruman and of the Enemy are on them。 When you came north； Boromir； you were in the Enemy's eyes only one stray wanderer from the South and a matter of small concern to him： his mind was busy with the pursuit of the Ring。 But you return now as a member of the Ring's pany； and you are in peril as long as you remain with us。 The danger will increase with every league that we go south under the naked sky。
'Since our open attempt on the mountainpass our plight has bee more desperate； I fear。 I see now little hope； if we do not soon vanish from sight for a while； and cover our trail。 Therefore I advise that we should go neither over the mountains； nor round them； but under them。 That is a road at any rate that the Enemy will least expect us to take。'
'We do not know what he expects；' said Boromir。 'He may watch all roads； likely and unlikely。 In that case to enter Moria would be to walk into a trap； hardly better than knocking at the gates of the Dark Tower itself。 The name of Moria is black。'
'You speak of what you do not know； when you liken Moria to the stronghold of Sauron；' answered Gandalf。 'I alone of you have ever been in the dungeons of the Dark Lord； and only in his older and lesser dwelling in Dol Guldur。 Those who pass the gates of Baradd？r do not return。 But I would not lead you into Moria if there were no hope of ing out again。 If there are Orcs there； it may prove ill for us； that is true。 But most of the Orcs of the Misty Mountains were scattered or destroyed in the Battle of Five Armies。 The Eagles report that Orcs are gathering again from afar； but there is a hope that Moria is still free。
'There is even a chance that Dwarves are there； and that in some deep hall of his fathers； Balin son of Fundin may be found。 However it may prove； one must tread the path that n