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He led them through thickets and wastes of brambles; sometimes round the lip of a deep cleft or dark pit, sometimes down into black bush-shrouded hollows and out again; but if ever they went a little downward, always the further slope was longer and steeper. They were climbing steadily. At their first halt they looked back, and they could dimly perceive the roofs of the forest they had left behind, lying like a vast dense shadow, a darker night under the dark blank sky. There seemed to be a great blackness looming slowly out of the East, eating up the faint blurred stars. Later the sinking moon escaped from the pursuing cloud, but it was ringed all about with a sickly yellow glare. At last Gollum turned to the hobbits. Day soon, he said. Hobbits must hurry. Not safe to stay in the open in these places. Make haste. He quickened his pace, and they followed him wearily. Soon they began to climb up on to a great hog-back of land. For the most part it was covered with a thick growth of gorse and whortleberry, and low tough thorns, though here please click for source there clearings opened, the scars of recent fires. The gorse-bushes became more frequent as they got nearer the top; very old and tall they were, gaunt and leggy below but thick above, and already putting out yellow flowers that glimmered in the gloom and gave a faint sweet scent. So tall were the spiny thickets that the hobbits could walk upright under them, passing through long dry aisles carpeted with a deep prickly mould. On the further edge of this broad hill-back they stayed their march and crawled for hiding underneath a tangled knot of thorns. Their twisted boughs, stooping to the ground, were overridden by a clambering maze of old briars. Deep inside there was a hollow hall, raftered J OU RNEY T O THE C R OSS- R OADS 699 with dead branch and bramble, and roofed with the first leaves and shoots of spring. There they lay for a while, too tired yet to eat; and peering out through the holes in the covert they watched for the slow growth of day. But no day came, only a dead brown twilight. In the East there was a dull red glare under the lowering cloud: it was not the red of dawn. Across the tumbled lands between, the mountains of the Ephel Du´ ath frowned at them, black and shapeless below where night lay thick and did not pass away, above with jagged tops and edges outlined hard and menacing against the fiery glow. Away to their right a great shoulder of the mountains stood out, dark and black amid the shadows, thrusting westward. Which way do we go from here. asked Frodo. Is that the opening of of the Morgul Valley, away over there beyond that black mass. Need we think about it yet. said Sam. Surely were not going to move any more today, if day it is. Perhaps not, perhaps not, said Gollum. But we must go soon, to the Cross-roads. Yes, to the Cross-roads. Thats the way over there, yes, Master. The red glare over Mordor died away. The twilight deepened as great vapours rose in the East and crawled above them. Frodo and Sam took a little food and then lay down, but Gollum was restless. He would not eat any of their food, but he drank a little water and then crawled about under the bushes, sniffing and muttering. Then suddenly he disappeared. Off hunting, I suppose, said Sam and yawned. It was his turn to sleep first, and he was soon deep in a dream. He thought he was back in the Bag End garden looking for something; but he had a heavy pack on his back, which made him stoop. It all seemed very weedy and rank somehow, and thorns and bracken were invading the beds down near the bottom hedge. A job of work for me, I can see; but Im so tired, he kept on saying. Presently he remembered what he was looking for. My pipe. he said, and with that he woke up. Silly. he said to himself, as he opened his eyes and wondered why he was lying down under the hedge. Its in your pack all the time. Then he realized, first that the pipe might be in his pack but he had no leaf, and next that he was hundreds of miles from Bag End. He sat up. It seemed to be almost dark. Why had his master let him sleep on out of turn, right on till evening. Havent you had no sleep, Mr. Frodo. he said. Whats the time. Seems to be getting late. No it isnt, said Frodo. But the day is getting darker instead of 700 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS lighter: darker and darker. As far as I can tell, it isnt query timeout error yet, and youve only slept for about three hours. I wonder whats up, said Sam. Is there a storm coming. If so its going to be the worst there ever was. We shall wish we were down a deep hole, not just stuck under a hedge. He listened. Whats that. Thunder, or drums, or what is it. I dont know, said Frodo. Its been going on for a good while now. Sometimes the ground seems to tremble, sometimes it seems to be the heavy air throbbing in your ears. Sam looked round. Wheres Gollum. he said. Hasnt he come back yet. No, said Frodo. Theres not been a sign or sound of him. Well, I cant abide him, said Sam. In fact, Ive never taken anything on a journey that Id have been less sorry to lose on the way. But it would be just like him, after coming all these miles, to go and get lost now, just when we shall need him most that is, if hes ever going to be any use, which I doubt. You forget the Marshes, said Frodo. I hope nothing has happened to him. And I hope hes up to no tricks. And anyway I hope he doesnt fall into other hands, as you might say. Because if he does, we shall soon be in for trouble. At that moment a rolling and rumbling noise was heard again, louder now and deeper. The ground seemed to quiver under their feet. I think we are in for trouble anyhow, said Frodo. Im afraid our journey is drawing to an end. Maybe, said Sam; but where theres life theres hope, as my gaffer used to say; and need of vittles, as he mostways used to add. You have a bite, Mr. Frodo, and then a bit of sleep. The afternoon, as Sam supposed it must be called, wore on. Looking out from the covert he could see only a dun, shadowless world, fading slowly into a featureless, colourless gloom. It felt stifling but not warm. Frodo slept unquietly, turning and tossing, and sometimes murmuring. Twice Sam thought he heard him speaking Gandalfs name. The time seemed to drag interminably. Suddenly Sam heard a hiss behind him, and there was Gollum on all fours, peering at them with gleaming eyes. Wake up, wake up. Wake up, sleepies. he whispered. Wake up. No time to lose. We must go, yes, we must go at once. No time to lose. Sam stared at him suspiciously: he seemed frightened or excited. Go now. Whats your little game. It isnt time yet. It cant be tea-time even, leastways not in decent places where there please click for source tea-time. J OU RNEY T O THE C R OSS- R OADS 701 Silly. hissed Gollum. Were not in decent places. Times running short, yes, running fast. No time to lose. We must go. Wake up, Master, wake up. He clawed at Frodo; and Frodo, startled out of sleep, sat up suddenly and seized him by the arm. Gollum tore himself loose and backed away. They mustnt be silly, he hissed. We must go. No time to lose. And nothing more could they get out of him. Where he had been, and what he thought was brewing to make him in such a hurry, he would not say. Sam was filled with deep suspicion, and showed it; but Frodo gave no sign of what was passing in his mind. He sighed, hoisted his pack, and prepared to go out into the ever-gathering darkness. Very stealthily Gollum led them down the hillside, keeping under cover wherever it was possible, and running, almost bent to the ground, across any open space; but the light was now so dim that even a keen-eyed beast of the wild could scarcely have seen the hobbits, hooded, in their grey cloaks, nor heard them, walking as warily as the little people can. Without the crack of a twig or the rustle of a leaf they passed and vanished. For about an hour they went on, silently, in single file, oppressed by the gloom factory reset fatal error by the absolute stillness of the land, broken only now and again by the faint rumbling as of thunder far away or drumbeats in some hollow of the hills. Down from their hiding-place they went, and then turning south they steered as straight a course as Gollum could find across a long broken slope that leaned up towards the mountains. Presently, not far ahead, looming up like a black wall, they saw a belt of trees. As they drew nearer they became aware that these were of vast size, very ancient it seemed, and still towering high, though their tops were gaunt and broken, as if tempest and lightning-blast had swept across them, but had failed to kill them or to shake their fathomless roots. The Cross-roads, yes, whispered Gollum, the first words that had been spoken since they left their hiding-place. We must go that way. Turning eastward now, he led them up the slope; and then suddenly there it was before them: the Southward Road, winding its way about the outer feet of the mountains, until presently it read article into the great ring of trees. This is the only way, whispered Gollum. No paths beyond the road. No paths. We must go to the Cross-roads. But make haste. Be silent. As furtively as scouts within the campment of their enemies, they crept down on to the road, and stole along its westward edge under the stony bank, grey as the stones themselves, and soft-footed as 702 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS hunting cats. At length they reached the trees, and found that they stood in a great roofless ring, open in the middle to the sombre sky; and the spaces between their immense boles were like the great dark arches of some ruined hall. In the very centre four ways met. Behind them lay the road to the Morannon; before them it ran out again upon its long journey south; to their right the road from old Osgiliath came climbing up, and crossing, passed out eastward into darkness: the fourth way, the road they were to take. Standing there for a moment filled with dread Frodo became aware that a light was shining; he saw it glowing on Sams face beside him. Turning towards it, he saw, beyond an arch of boughs, the road to Osgiliath running almost as straight as a stretched ribbon down, down, into the West. There, far away, beyond sad Gondor now overwhelmed in shade, the Sun was sinking, finding at last the hem of the great slow-rolling pall of cloud, and falling in an ominous fire towards the yet unsullied Sea. The brief glow fell upon a huge sitting figure, still and solemn as the great stone kings of Argonath. The years had gnawed it, and violent hands had maimed it. Its head was gone, and in its place was set in mockery a round rough-hewn stone, rudely painted by savage hands in the likeness of a grinning face with one large red eye in the midst of its forehead. Upon its knees and mighty chair, and all about the pedestal, were idle scrawls mixed click at this page the foul symbols that the maggot-folk of Mordor used. Suddenly, caught by the level beams, Frodo saw the old kings head: it was lying rolled away by the roadside. Look, Sam. he cried, startled into speech. Look. The king has got a crown again. The eyes were hollow and the carven beard was broken, but about the high stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like small white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony this web page yellow stonecrop gleamed. They cannot conquer for ever. said Frodo. And then suddenly the brief glimpse was gone. The Sun dipped and vanished, and as if at the shuttering of Apex legends season 20 game crashing lamp, black night fell. Chapter 8 THE STAIRS O F CIRITH UNGOL Gollum was tugging at Frodos cloak and hissing with fear and impatience. We must go, he said. We mustnt stand here. Make haste. Reluctantly Frodo turned his back on the West and followed as his guide led him, out into the darkness of the East. They left the ring of trees and crept along the road towards the mountains. This road, too, ran straight for a while, but soon it began to bend away southwards, until it came right under the great shoulder of rock that they had seen from the distance. Black and forbidding it loomed above them, darker than the dark sky behind. Crawling under its shadow the road went on, and rounding it sprang east again and began to climb steeply. Frodo and Sam were plodding along with heavy hearts, no longer able to care greatly about their peril. Frodos head was bowed; his burden was dragging him down again. As soon as the great Crossroads had been passed, the weight of it, almost forgotten in Ithilien, had begun to grow once more. Now, feeling the way click at this page steep before his feet, he looked wearily up; and then he saw it, even as Gollum had said that he would: the city of the Ringwraiths. He cowered against the stony bank. A long-tilted valley, a deep gulf of shadow, ran Apex legends season 20 game crashing far into the mountains. Upon the further side, some way within the valleys arms, high on a rocky seat upon the black knees of the Ephel Du´ ath, stood Apex legends season 20 game crashing walls and tower of Minas Morgul. All was dark about it, earth and sky, but it was lit with light. Not the imprisoned moonlight welling through the marble walls of Minas Ithil long ago, Tower of the Moon, fair and radiant in the hollow of the hills. Paler indeed than the moon ailing in some slow eclipse was the light of it now, wavering and blowing like a noisome exhalation of decay, a corpse-light, a light that illuminated nothing. In the walls and tower windows showed, like countless black holes looking inward into emptiness; but the topmost course of the tower revolved slowly, first one way and then another, a huge ghostly head leering into the night. For a moment the three companions stood there, shrinking, staring up with unwilling eyes. Gollum wasthe firstto recover. Again he pulled attheir cloaks urgently, but he spoke no word. Almost he dragged them forward. Every step was reluctant, and time seemed to slow its pace, so that between the raising of a foot and the setting of it down minutes of loathing passed. 704 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS So they came slowly to the white bridge. Here the road, gleaming faintly, passed over the stream in the midst of the valley, and went on, winding deviously up towards the citys gate: a black mouth opening in the outer circle of the northward walls. Wide flats lay on either bank, shadowy meads filled with pale white flowers. Luminous these were too, beautiful and yet horrible of shape, like the demented forms in an uneasy dream; and they gave forth a faint sickening charnel-smell; an odour of rottenness filled the air. From mead to mead the bridge sprang. Figures stood there at its read article, carven with cunning in forms human and bestial, but all corrupt and loathsome. The water flowing go here was silent, and it steamed, but the vapour that rose from it, curling and twisting about the bridge, was deadly cold. Frodo felt his senses reeling and his mind darkening. Then suddenly, as if some force were at work other than his own will, he began to hurry, tottering forward, his groping hands held out, his head lolling from side to side. Both Sam and Gollum ran after him. Sam caught his master in his arms, as he stumbled and almost fell, right on the threshold of the bridge. Not that way. No, not that way. whispered Gollum, but the breath between his teeth seemed to tear the heavy stillness like a whistle, and he cowered to the ground in terror. Hold up, Mr. Frodo. muttered Sam in Frodos ear. Come back. Not that way. Gollum says not, and for once I agree with him. Frodo passed his hand over his brow and wrenched his eyes away from the city on the hill.
What can I do, Mr. Frodo. What can I do. shouted Sam, leaning out dangerously far. Why could not his master see. It was dim, certainly, but not as dark as all that. He could see Frodo below him, a grey forlorn figure splayed against the cliff. But he was far out of the reach of any helping hand. There was another crack of thunder; and then the rain came. In a blinding sheet, mingled with hail, it drove against the cliff, bitter cold. Im coming down to you, shouted Sam, though how he hoped pelase help in that way he could not have said. No, no. wait. Frodo called back, more strongly now. I shall be better soon. I feel better already. Wait. You cant do anything without a rope. Rope. cried Sam, talking wildly to himself in his excitement and relief. Well, if I dont deserve to be hung on the end of one pleqse a warning to moble. Youre nowt but a ninnyhammer, Sam Gamgee: thats what the Gaffer said to me often enough, it being a word of his. Rope. Stop chattering. cried Frodo, now recovered enough to feel both amused and th 11 best base. Never mind your gaffer. Are you trying to tell yourself youve got some rope in your pocket. If Papers please mobile, out with it. Yes, Mr. Frodo, in my mlbile and all. Carried it hundreds of miles, and Id clean forgotten it. Then get busy and let an end down. Quickly Sam unslung his pack and rummaged in it. There indeed at the bottom Paers a read more of the silken-grey rope made by the folk of Lo´rien. He cast an end to his master. The darkness seemed to lift from Frodos eyes, or else his sight was returning. He could see the grey line as it came olease down, and he thought it had a faint silver sheen. Now that he had some point in the darkness to fix his eyes on, he felt less giddy. Leaning his weight forward, he made the end fast round his waist, and then he grasped the line with both hands. Sam stepped back and braced his feet against a stump a yard or two from the edge. Half hauled, half scrambling, Frodo pleasse up and threw himself on the ground. T HE TAMIN G O F SMEAGO ´ L 609 Thunder growled and rumbled in the distance, and the rain was still falling heavily. The hobbits crawled away call of duty profile jewelry into the gully; but they did not find much shelter there. Rills of water began to run down; soon they grew to Papere spate that splashed and fumed on the stones, and spouted out over the cliff like the gutters of a vast roof. I should have been half drowned down there, or washed clean off, said ,obile. What Papwrs piece of luck you had that rope. Better luck if Id thought of it sooner, said Sam. Maybe you remember them putting the ropes in the boats, as we started off: in the Elvish country. I took a fancy to it, and I stowed a coil in my pack. Years ago, it seems. It may be a help in many needs, he said: Haldir, or one of those folk. And he spoke right. A pity I didnt think of bringing another length, said Frodo; but I left the Company in such a hurry and confusion. If only we had enough we could use it to get down. How long is your rope, I wonder. Sam paid it out slowly, measuring it with his pleasw Five, ten, twenty, thirty ells, more or less, he said. Whod have thought it. Frodo exclaimed. Who would. said Sam. Elves are wonderful pleaae. It looks a bit thin, but its tough; and soft as milk to the hand. Packs close too, and as light as light. Wonderful folk to be sure. Thirty ells. said Frodo considering. I believe it would be enough. If the Papers please mobile passes before nightfall, Im going to try it. The rains nearly given over already, said Sam; but dont you go doing anything risky in the dim again, Mr. Frodo. And I havent got over that shriek on the wind yet, if you have. Like a Black Rider it sounded but one up in the air, if they can fly. Im thinking wed best lay up in this crack till nights over. And Im thinking that I wont spend a moment longer Papers please mobile I need, stuck up on this edge with the eyes of the Dark Country looking over the marshes, said Frodo. With pleaase he stood up and Ppers down to the bottom of the gully mobole. He looked mboile. Clear sky was all apex windows chicago still in the East once more. The skirts of the storm were lifting, ragged and wet, and the main battle had passed to spread its great wings over the Emyn Muil, click the following article which the dark thought of Papers please mobile brooded for a while. Thence it turned, smiting the Vale of Anduin with hail and lightning, and casting its shadow upon Minas Tirith with threat of pplease. Then, lowering in the mountains, and gathering its great spires, it rolled on slowly over Gondor and the skirts of Rohan, until far away the Riders on the plain saw its black towers click behind the sun, as they rode into the West. But here, over the desert and the reeking read article the deep blue sky of evening opened once more, and a few pallid stars 610 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS appeared, like small white holes in the canopy above the crescent moon. Its good to be able to see again, said Frodo, breathing deep. Do you know, I thought for a bit that I had lost my sight. From the lightning or something else worse. I could see nothing, nothing at all, until the grey rope mmobile down. It seemed to shimmer somehow. It does look sort of silver in the dark, said Sam. Never noticed it before, though I cant remember as Ive ever monile it out since Paperrs first stowed it. But if youre so set on climbing, Mr. Frodo, how are you Papers please mobile to use it. Thirty ells, or say, about eighteen fathom: Paperd no more than your guess at the height of the cliff. Frodo thought for a while. Make it fast to that stump, Sam. he said.
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