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was going to let them pass unhindered after all.But after a while the air began to get hot and stuffy. The trees drew close again on either side, and they could no longer see far ahead. Now stronger than ever they felt again the ill will of the wood pressing on them. So silent was it that the fall of their ponies’ hoofs, rustling on dead branch fell from an old overhanging tree with a crash into the path. The trees seemed to close in before them.‘They do not like all that about ending and failing,’ said Merry. ‘I should not sing any more at present. Wait till we do get to the edge, and then we’ll turn and give them a rousing chorus!’He spoke cheerfully, and if he felt any great anxiety, he did not show it. The others did not answer.leaves and occasionally stumbling on hidden roots, seemed to thud in their ears. Frodo tried to sing a song to encourage them, but his voice sank to a murmur.O! Wanderers in the shadowed landdespair not! For though dark they stand,all woods there be must end at last,and see the open sun go past:the setting sun, the rising sun,the day’s end, or the day begun.For east or west all woods must fail…Fail - even as he said the word his voice faded into silence. The air seemed heavy and the making of words wearisome. Just behind them a large