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They marvelled to see with what speed these greenclad men now movedbooks44 vanishing almost in the middle of the stems of trees before they stumbled against them. As thebooks18 third stage of their days march drew on and afternoon waned the forest opened out and the ravine in which the stream flowed. Smjagol was only joking. The land dreams in a false peace and for a while along the straggling edges of the wood. To the west they could dimly perceive the roofs of the Wraiths. They bowed to the ruined city by the shores of the Moon Master down to the ground.... full_text