The night deepened. There came a soft sound of horses led with stealth along the lane. Outside the gate they stopped, and three black figures entered, like shades of night creeping across the ground. One went to the door, one to the corner of the house on either side; and there they stood, still as the shadows of stones, while the night went slowly on. The house and the trees seemed to be waiting breathlessly.
-- "A knife in the dark," Fellowship of the Ring

Artist: Susan Chambless
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