From "Tolkien: A Cultural Phenomenon" (2003) by Brian Rosebury

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They hastened up the last slope ... and looked out from the hill-top over lands under the morning. It was now as clear and far-seen
as it had been veiled and misty when they stood upon the knoll in the Forest, which could now be seen rising pale and green out of
the dark trees in the West. In that direction, the land rose in wooded ridges, green, yellow, russet under the sun, beyond which lay
hidden the valley of the Brandywine.
To the South, over the line of the Withywindle, there was a distant glint like pale glass where
the Brandywine River made a great loop in the lowlands and flowed away out of the knowledge of the hobbits. Northward beyond
the dwindling downs the land ran away in flats and swellings of grey and green and pale earth-colours, until it faded into a featureless
and shadowy distance. Eastward the Barrow-downs rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into a
guess: it was no more than a guess of blue and a remote white glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of
memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.
(FR, 146-7)