await the morning-light.'
     A little way beyond the battle-field they made their camp under a
spreading tree: it looked like a chestnut, and yet it still bore many
broad brown leaves of a former year, like dry hands with long splayed
fingers; they rattled mournfully in the night- breeze.
     Gimli shivered. They had brought only one blanket apiece. 'Let us
light a fire,' he said. 'I care no longer for the danger. Let the Orcs
come as thick as summer-moths round a candle!'
     'If those unhappy hobbits are astray in the woods, it might draw them
hither,' said Legolas.
     'And it might draw other things, neither Orc nor Hobbit,' said
Aragorn. 'We are near to the mountain-marches of the traitor Saruman.
Also we are on the very edge of Fangorn, and it is perilous to touch
the trees of that wood, it is said.'
     'But the Rohirrim made a great burning here yesterday,' said Gimli,
'and they felled trees for the fire, as can be seen. Yet they passed
the night after safely here, when their labour was ended.'
     'They were many,' said Aragorn, 'and they do not heed the wrath of
Fangorn, for they come here seldom, and they do not go under the
trees. But our paths are likely to lead us into the very forest