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e； 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。 'We are departing as quickly as we may！' 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 night…fall！'
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 mountain…pass 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 Barad…d？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 need chooses！'
'I will tread the path with you； Gandalf！ ' said Gimli。 'I will go and look on the halls of Durin； whatever may wait there…if you can find the doors that are shut。'
'Good； Gimli！ ' said Gandalf。 ‘You encourage me。