'The birds again!' said Aragorn, pointing down.
'That cannot be helped now,' said Gandalf.
'Whether they are good or evil, or have nothing to do with us at all, we must
go down at once. Not even on the knees of Caradhras will we wait for another
night-fall!
A cold wind flowed down behind them, as they turned their backs on the Redhorn
Gate, and stumbled wearily down the slope. Caradhras had defeated them.