Book III Chapter 1 The Departure of Boromir
     

     Aragorn sped on up the hill. Every now and again he bent to the
ground. Hobbits go light, and their footprints are not easy even for a
Ranger to read, but not far from the top a spring crossed the path,
and in the wet earth he saw what he was seeking.
     'I read the signs aright,' he said to himself. 'Frodo ran to the
hill-top. I wonder what he saw there? But he returned by the same way,
and went down the hill again.'
     Aragorn hesitated. He desired to go to the high seat himself, hoping
to see there something that would guide him in his perplexities; but
time was pressing. Suddenly he leaped forward, and ran to the summit,
across the great flag-stones, and up the steps. Then sitting in the
high seat he looked out. But the sun seemed darkened, and the world
dim and remote. He turned from the North back again to North, and saw
nothing save the distant hills, unless it were that far away he could
see again a great bird like an eagle high in the air, descending
slowly in wide circles down towards the earth.
     Even as he gazed his quick ears caught sounds in the woodlands below,