Continued from here:
“Visited for a while. Silent on the hill top near at southern edge. In that lonely place, Frodo for the first time before he realised his homelessness and his danger. He wished betterly(?) that his fortune had left him in the quiet and beloved Shire. He stared down at the hateful road, leading back westward to his home. Suddenly he was aware of the 2 black specks were moving slowly along get going westward and looking again, he saw the 3 others are creeping eastward to meet them. He gave a cry and clutched Stryder's(?) arm. Look he said pointing downwards. At once Stryder(?) flung himself on the ground behind the room circle pulling Frodo down beside him. Murray threw himself alongside. What is it? He was curt. I do not know but I fear the worst, answered Stryder(?). Slowly they crawled up to edge of the ring again and peer through a cleft between 2 jagged stones. The light was no longer bright for the queer morning had faded and clouds creeping out of the east and now overtaken the sun as it began to go down. Taking off few black specks but neither Frodo nor Murray can make out their face. For certain it's something ___ there far below, the black riders assembling on a road beyond the foot of the hill. Yes said Stryder(?). His keener sight left him no doubt the enemy is here. Easterly they crept away and slipped down the north side of the hill to find the companion.”
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They stood for a while silent on the hill-top, near its southward edge. In that lonely place Frodo for the first time fully realized his homelessness and danger. He wished bitterly that his fortune had left him in the quiet and beloved Shire. He stared down at the hateful Road, leading back westward ñ to his home. Suddenly he was aware that two black specks were moving slowly along it, going westward; and looking again he saw that three others were creeping eastward to meet them. He gave a cry and clutched Strider's arm.
'Look,' he said, pointing downwards.
At once Strider flung himself on the ground behind the ruined circle, pulling Frodo down beside him. Merry threw himself alongside.
'What is it?' he whispered.
'I do not know, but I fear the worst,' answered Strider.
Slowly they crawled up to the edge of the ring again, and peered through a cleft between two jagged stones. The light was no longer bright, for the clear morning had faded, and clouds creeping out of the East had now overtaken the sun, as it began to go down. They could all see the black specks, but neither Frodo nor Merry could make out their shapes for certain; yet something told them that there, far below, were Black Riders assembling on the Road beyond the foot of the hill.
'Yes,' said Strider, whose keener sight left him in no doubt. 'The enemy is here!'
Hastily they crept away and slipped down the north side of the hill to find their companions.
The rest of Chapter 11 and Chapter 12 are here and here.