Part 481 of 4150 from book8
Never for long had hope died in his staunch heartbook73 and always until now he had taken some thought for their return. He heard the scuffling and cries die down as the troops passed on throughbook15 the Isenmouthe. Thinking of all these things Sam went back to his master. As the light grew a little he saw to his surprise that what from a distance had seemed wide and featureless flats were in fact all broken and tumbled. Nearer and nearer it drew looming blacker like the oncoming of a wall of night at the last end of the world.... more