It seemed too much to hope that the Riders had already lost their trail again. Perhaps they were waiting to make some ambush in a narrow place?
The autumn days were ever shorter, and their marches ever longer. Peony had never before spent so much time in darkness. And although she half expected the dreadful Riders to re-appear at any moment, she also found herself drinking in the hush which descended upon the earth after the sun set, and anticipating starlight and moonlight more eagerly than she would have believed possible. Most curious of all, she had no trouble staying awake during the night watches--unlike her fellow hobbits, who sometimes required a gentle nudge to remain alert.
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"And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water."
-The Return of the King
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