Ahem.
After they had eaten and drunk, sitting upon the grass, Celeborn spoke to them again of their
journey, and lifting his hand he pointed south to the woods beyond the Tongue.
`As you go down the water,' he said, `you will find that the trees will fail, and you will come to a
barren country. There the River flows in stony vale amid high moors, until at last after many
leagues it comes to the tall island of the Tindrock, that we call Tol Brandir. There it casts its arms
about the steep shores of the isle, and falls then with a great noise and smoke over the cataracts of
Rauros down into the Nindalf, the
Wetwang as it is called in your tongue. That is a wide region of
sluggish fen where the stream becomes tortuous and much divided. There the Entwash flows in by
many mouths from the Forest of Fangorn in the west. About that stream, on this side of the Great
River, lies Rohan. On the further side are the bleak hills of the Emyn Muil. The wind blows from
the East there, for they look out over the Dead Marshes and the Noman-lands to Cirith Gorgor and
the black gates of Mordor.
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