Gandalf halted. Snow was thick on his hood and shoulders; it was already ankle deep around his boots.
'This is what I feared,' he said. 'What do you say now, Aragorn?'
'That I feared it too,' Aragorn answered, 'but less than other things. I knew the risk of snow, though it seldom falls so heavily so far south, save high up in the mountains. But we are not high yet; we are still far down, where the paths are usually open all winter.'
'This will be the death of the halflings, Galdalf,' said Boromir. 'It is useless to sit here until the snow goes over our heads. We must do something to save ourselves.'
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