So the third day of their pursuit
began. During all its long hours of cloud and fitful sun they hardly paused, now striding,
now running, as if no weariness could quench the fire that burned them. They seldom spoke.
Over the wide solitude they passed and their elven-cloaks faded against the background of
the grey-green fields; even in the cool sunlight of mid-day few but elvish eyes would have
marked them, until they were close at hand. Often in their hearts they thanked the Lady of
Lorien for the gift of lembas, for they could eat of it and find new strength even as they
ran.
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