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once a great spout of green and blue flame sprang out, and the wood flared and sputtered.`If there are any to see, then I at least am revealed to them,' he said. 'I have written Gandalf is here in signs that all can read from Rivendell to the mouths of Anduin.'But the Company cared no longer for watchers or unfriendly eyes. Their hearts were rejoiced to see the light of the fire. The wood burned merrily; and though all round it the snow hissed, and pools of slush crept under their feet, they warmed their hands gladly at the blaze. There they stood, stooping in a
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Boromir, it passed the skill of Elf or even Dwarf to strike a flame that would hold amid the swirling wind or catch in the wet fuel. At last reluctantly Gandalf himself took a hand. Picking up a faggot he held it aloft for a moment, and then with a word of command, naur an edraith ammen! he thrust the end of his staff into the midst of it. At circle round the little dancing and blowing flames. A red light was on their tired and anxious faces; behind them the night was like a black wall.But the wood was burning fast, and the snow still fell.The fire burned low. and the last faggot was thrown on.The night is getting old,' said Aragorn. "The dawn is not far off.'
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