The boats are attacked at night near Sarn Gebir.
"Nazgul over Minas Morgul" by Alan Lee
Well, things have just been too nice for too long for our heroes: a nice, long, leisurely stay in Lothlorien, with a picnic and gifts, and then a nice, long, leisurely float trip down the Anduin. Isn't it time for some adventure?
Aragorn makes an uncharacteristic mistake, loses track of where they are on the river, and nearly takes the Company to their watery graves at the Rapids at Sarn Gebir this night. Oh, and we mustn't forget the subsequent orc attack! And did I mention the Nazgul fly-by?
'Elbereth Gilthoniel!' sighed Legolas as he looked up. Even as he did so, a dark shape, like a cloud and yet not a cloud, for it moved far more swiftly, came out of the blackness in the South, and sped towards the Company, blotting out all light as it approached. Soon it appeared as a great winged creature, blacker than the pits in the night. Fierce voices rose up to greet it from across the water. Frodo felt a sudden chill running through him and clutching at his heart; there was a deadly cold, like the memory of an old wound, in his shoulder. He crouched down, as if to hide.
Suddenly the great bow of Lorien sang. . .
Oh, yes, my lads, the vacation is over--and things are going to get a lot worse before they get better!
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