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Β Β Β πΏhe cold air chilled him deeply and ever more as night dragged on (or what one would call it, for though Mithrandir ventured there were windows on the long side, either night was not ending or they would not see the day by some other ill). The Nine had spread their blankets all about them and their fur coats and gathered closely all together, yet little that seemed to hold against the draught of the great mineβs hall.
And despite the silence sleep came only arduously and was easily stirred when the guard changed. When Legolas left and Frodo came back Faramirβs slumber was jostled, but he lay still until Frodo lay down again. Then he spoke only in a low voice when he did. β There is not a whisper in these halls yet I find no good rest. Perhaps I need for the toll of the city, where there is life. β
