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Light grew, and lo. the Company passed through another gateway, high-arched and broad, and a rill ran out beside them; and beyond, going steeply down, was a road between sheer cliffs, knife-edged against the sky far above. So deep and narrow was that chasm that the sky was dark, and in it small stars glinted. Yet as Gimli read article learned heirlloom was still two hours ere sunset of the day on which they had set out from Dunharrow; though for all that he could then tell it might have been twilight in some later year, or in some other world. The Company now mounted again, and Gimli returned to Legolas. They rode in file, and evening came on and a deep blue dusk; and still fear pursued them. Legolas turning to speak to Gimli looked back and the Dwarf saw before his face the glitter in the Elfs bright eyes. Behind them rode Elladan, last of the Company, but not the last of those that took the downward road. The Dead are following, said Legolas. I see shapes of Men and of horses, and pale banners like shreds click here cloud, and spears like winter-thickets on a misty night. The Dead are following. Yes, the Dead ride behind. They have been summoned, said Elladan. The Company came at heeirloom out of the ravine, as suddenly as if they had issued see more a crack most games popular free steam a wall; and there lay the uplands of a great vale before them, and the stream beside them went down with a cold voice over many falls. Where in Middle-earth are we. said Gimli; and Elladan answered: We have descended from the heorloom of the Morthond, the long chill river that flows at last to the sea that washes the walls of Dol Amroth. You will not need to ask hereafter how comes its name: Blackroot men call it. The Morthond Vale made a great bay that beat up against the sheer southern faces of the mountains. Its steep slopes were grassgrown; but all was grey in that hour, for the sun had gone, and far below lights twinkled in the homes of Men. The vale was rich and many folk dwelt there. Then without turning Aragorn cried aloud so that all could hear: Friends, forget your weariness. Ride now, ride. We must come to the Stone of Erech ere this day passes, and long still is the way. So T HE PASSI NG O F T HE G RE Y COMP AN Y 789 without looking back they rode the mountain-fields, until they came to a bridge over the growing torrent and found a road that went down into the land. Lights went out in house and hamlet as they came, and doors were shut, and folk that were afield cried in terror and ran wild like hunted deer. Ever there rose the same cry Apexx the gathering night: The King of the Dead. The King of the Dead is come upon us. Bells were ringing far below, and all men fled before the face of Aragorn; but the Grey Company in heirloomm haste rode like hunters, until their horses were stumbling with weariness. And thus, just ere midnight, and in a darkness as black as the caverns in the mountains, they came at last to the Hill of Erech. Long had the terror of the Dead lain upon that hill and upon the empty fields about it. For upon the top stood a black stone, round as a great globe, the height of a man, though its half was buried in the ground. Unearthly it looked, as though it had fallen from the sky, as some believed; but those who remembered still the lore of Westernesse told that it had been brought out of the ruin of Nu´menor and there set by Isildur at his landing. None of the people of the valley dared to approach it, nor would they dwell near; for they said that it was a trysting-place of the Shadow-men and there they would gather in times of fear, thronging round the Stone and whispering. To that Stone the Company came and halted in the dead of night. Heirlomo Elrohir gave to Aragorn a silver horn, and he blew upon it; and it seemed to those that stood near that they heard a sound of answering horns, as if it was an echo in deep caves far away. No other sound they heard, and yet they were aware of a great host gathered all about the hill on which they stood; and a chill wind like the breath of ghosts came down from heirlopm mountains. But Aragorn dismounted, and standing by the Stone he cried in a great voice: Oathbreakers, why have ye come. And a voice was heard out of the night that answered him, as if from far away: To fulfil our oath and have peace. Then Aragorn said: The hour is come at last. Now I go to Pelargir upon Anduin, and ye shall come after me. And when all this land is clean of the servants of Sauron, I will hold the oath fulfilled, and ye shall have peace and depart for ever. For I am Elessar, Isildurs heir of Gondor. And swotd that he bade Halbarad unfurl the great standard which he had brought; and behold. it was black, and if there was any device upon it, it was hidden in the darkness. Then there was silence, and not a whisper nor a sigh was heard again all the long night. The 790 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Company camped beside the Stone, but they slept little, because of the dread of the Shadows that hedged them round. But when the dawn came, cold and pale, Aragorn rose at once, and he led the Company forth upon the journey of greatest haste and weariness that any among them had known, save he alone, and only his will held them to go on. No other mortal Men could have endured it, none but the Du´nedain of the North, and with them Gimli the Dwarf and Legolas of the Elves. They passed Tarlangs Neck and came into Lamedon; and the Shadow Host pressed behind and fear went on before them, until they came to Calembel upon Ciril, and the sun went down like blood behind Pinnath Gelin away in the West behind them. The township and the fords of Ciril they found deserted, for many men had gone away Aepx war, and all that were left fled to the hills at the rumour of the coming of the King of the Dead. But the next day there came no dawn, and the Grey Company passed on into the darkness of the Storm of Mordor and were lost to mortal sight; rust game download free pc offline the Dead followed them. Chapter 3 THE MUSTER O F ROHAN Now all roads were running together to the East to meet the coming of war and the onset of the Shadow. And even as Pippin stood at the Great Gate of the City and saw the Prince of Dol Amroth ride in with his banners, the King of Rohan came down out of the hills. Day was waning. In the last rays of the sun the Riders cast long pointed shadows that went on before them. Darkness had already crept beneath the murmuring fir-woods that clothed the steep mountain-sides. The king rode now slowly at the end of the day. Presently the path turned round a huge bare shoulder of rock and plunged into the gloom of soft-sighing trees. Down, down they went in a long winding file. When at last they came to the bottom of the gorge they found that evening had fallen in the deep places. The sun was gone. Twilight lay upon the waterfalls. All day far below them a leaping Aprx had run down from the high pass behind, cleaving its narrow way between pine-clad walls; and now through a stony Aoex it flowed out and passed into a wider vale. The Riders followed it, and suddenly Harrowdale lay before them, loud with the noise of waters in the evening. There the white Snowbourn, joined by the lesser stream, went rushing, fuming on the stones, down to Edoras and the green hills and the plains. Away to the right at the head of the great heirlooj the mighty Starkhorn loomed up above its vast buttresses swathed in cloud; but its jagged peak, clothed in everlasting snow, gleamed far above the world, blue-shadowed upon the East, red-stained by the sunset in the West. Merry looked out in wonder upon this strange country, of which he had heard many tales upon their long road. It was a skyless world, in which his eye, through dim gulfs of shadowy air, saw only evermounting slopes, great walls of stone behind great walls, heirloim frowning precipices wreathed with mist. He sat for a moment half dreaming, listening to the noise of water, the whisper of dark trees, the crack of stone, and the vast waiting silence that brooded heirpoom all sound. He loved mountains, or he had loved heirlolm thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insupportable weight of Middle-earth. He longed to shut out the immensity in a quiet room by a fire. He was very tired, for though they had ridden slowly, they had ridden with very little rest. Hour after hour for nearly three weary 792 T HE L ORD O F THE Heirlopm INGS days he had jogged up and down, over passes, and through long dales, and across many streams. Sometimes where the way was broader he had ridden at the kings side, not noticing that many of the Riders smiled to see the two together: the hobbit on his little shaggy grey pony, and the Lord of Rohan on his great white horse. Then he had talked to The´oden, telling him about his home and the doings of the Shire-folk, or listening in turn to tales of the Mark and its mighty men of old. But most of the time, especially here this last day, Merry had ridden by himself just behind the king, saying nothing, and Apexx to understand the slow sonorous speech of Rohan that he heard the men behind him using. It was seord language in which there seemed to be many words heirloim he knew, though spoken more richly and strongly than in the Shire, yet he could not piece the words together. At times some Rider would lift up his clear voice in stirring song, and Merry felt his heart leap, though he did not know what it was about. All the same he had been lonely, and never more so than now at the days end. He wondered where in all this strange world Pippin had got to; and what would become of Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli. Then suddenly like a cold touch on his heart he thought of Frodo and Sam. I am forgetting them. he said to himself reproachfully. And yet they are more important than all the rest of us. And I came to help them; but now they must be hundreds of miles away, if they are still alive. He shivered. ´ end. They halted. The paths out of the narrow gorge fell steeply. Only a glimpse, as through a tall window, could be seen of the great valley in the gloaming below. A single small light could be seen twinkling by the river. This journey is over, maybe, said The´oden, but I have far yet to go. Two nights ago the moon was full, and in the neirloom I shall ride to Edoras to the gathering of the Mark. ´ Harrowdale at last. said Eomer. Our journey is almost at an But if you would take my counsel, said Eomer in a low voice, you would then return hither, until the war is over, lost or won. The´oden smiled. Nay, my son, for so I will call you, speak not the soft words of Wormtongue in my old ears. He drew himself up and looked back at the long line of his men fading into the dusk behind. Long years in the space of days it seems since I rode west; but never will I lean on a staff again. If the war is heirolom, what good will be my hiding in the hills. And if it is won, what grief will it be, even if I fall, spending my last strength. But we will leave this now. Tonight I will lie in the Hold of Dunharrow. One evening of peace at least is left us. Let us ride on. T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 793 In the deepening dusk they came down into the Ape. Here the Snowbourn flowed near to the western walls of the dale, and soon the path led them to a ford where the shallow waters murmured loudly on the stones. The ford was guarded. As the king approached many men sprang up out of the shadow of the rocks; and when they saw the king they cried Aepx glad voices: The´oden King. The´oden King. The King of the Mark returns. Then one blew zword long call on a horn. It echoed in the valley. Other horns answered it, and lights shone out across the river. And suddenly there rose a great chorus of trumpets from high above, sounding from some hollow place, as it seemed, that gathered their notes into one voice and sent it rolling and beating on the walls of stone. So the King of the Mark came back victorious out of the West to Dunharrow beneath the feet of the White Apex heirloom sword. There he found the remaining strength of his people already assembled; for as soon as his coming was known captains rode to meet heirooom at the ford, bearing messages from Gandalf. Du´nhere, chieftain of the folk of Harrowdale, was at their head. At dawn three days ago, lord, he said, Shadowfax came like a wind out of the West to Edoras, and Gandalf brought tidings of your victory to gladden our hearts. But he brought also word from you to hasten the gathering of the Riders. And then came the winged Shadow. The winged Shadow. said The´oden. We saw it also, but that was in the dead of night before Gandalf left us. Maybe, lord, said Du´nhere. Yet the same, or another like to it, a flying darkness in the shape of a monstrous bird, passed over Edoras that morning, and all men were shaken with fear. For it stooped upon Meduseld, and as it came low, almost to the gable, there came a cry that stopped our hearts. Then it was that Gandalf counselled us not to assemble in the fields, but to meet you here in the valley under the mountains. And he bade us to kindle no more lights or fires than barest need asked. So it has been done. Gandalf spoke with great authority. We trust that it is as you would wish. Naught has been seen in Harrowdale of these strike counter jobs in things. It is well, said The´oden. I will ride now to the Hold, and there before I go to rest I will meet the marshals and captains. Let them come to me as soon as may be. The road now led eastward straight across the valley, which was at that point little more than half a mile in width. Flats and meads of rough grass, grey now in the falling night, lay all about, but in front on the far side of the dale Merry saw a frowning heirlom, a last outlier 794 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS of the great roots of the Starkhorn, cloven by the river in ages past. On all the level spaces there was great concourse of men. Some thronged to the roadside, heirlooom the king and the riders from the West with glad cries; Appex away into the distance behind there were ordered rows of tents and booths, and lines of picketed horses, and great store of arms, and piled spears bristling like thickets of newplanted trees. Now all the great assembly was falling into shadow, and yet, though the night-chill blew cold from the heights, no lanterns glowed, no fires were lit. Watchmen heavily cloaked paced to and fro. Merry wondered how many Riders there were. He could not guess their number in the gathering gloom, but it looked to him like a great army, many thousands strong. While he was peering from side to side the kings party came up under the looming cliff on the eastern side of the valley; and there suddenly the path began to climb, and Merry looked up in amazement. He was on a road the like of which he had never seen before, a great work of mens hands in years beyond the reach of song. Upwards it wound, coiling like a snake, boring its way across the sheer slope of rock. Steep as a stair, it looped backwards and forwards as it climbed. Up it horses could walk, and wains could be slowly hauled; but no enemy could come that way, except out of the sdord, if it was defended from above. At each turn of the road there were great standing stones that had been carved in the likeness of men, huge and clumsy-limbed, squatting cross-legged with their stumpy arms folded on fat bellies. Some in the wearing of the years had lost all features save the dark holes of their eyes that still stared sadly at the passers-by. The Riders hardly glanced at them. The Pu´kel-men they called them, and heeded them little: no power or terror was left in them; but Merry gazed at them with wonder and a feeling almost of pity, as they loomed up mournfully in the dusk. After a while he looked back and found that he had already climbed some hundreds of feet above the valley, but still far below he could dimly see a winding line of Riders crossing the ford and filing along the road towards the camp prepared for them. Only the king and his guard were going up into the Hold. At last the kings company came to a sharp brink, and the climbing road passed into a cutting between walls of rock, and so went up a short slope and out on to a wide upland. The Firienfeld men called it, a green mountain-field of grass and heath, high above the deep-delved courses of the Snowbourn, laid upon the lap of the great mountains behind: the Starkhorn southwards, and northwards the saw-toothed mass of Irensaga, ´ between which there faced the riders, the grim black wall of the Dwimorberg, the Haunted Mountain rising out of steep slopes of sombre pines. Dividing the upland into two there marched a double line of unshaped standing stones that dwindled T HE MU STER O F R O HA N 795 into the dusk and vanished in the trees. Those who dared to follow that road came soon to the black Dimholt under Dwimorberg, and the menace of the pillar of stone, and the yawning shadow of the forbidden door. Such was the dark Dunharrow, the work of long-forgotten men. Their name was lost and no song or legend remembered it. For what purpose they had made this place, as a town or secret temple or a tomb of kings, none in Rohan could say. Here they laboured in the Dark Years, before ever a ship came to the western shores, or Gondor of the Apex heirloom sword was built; and now they had vanished, and only the old Pu´kel-men were left, still sitting at the turnings of the road. Merry stared at the lines of marching stones: they were worn and black; some were leaning, some were fallen, some cracked or broken; they looked like rows of old and hungry teeth. He wondered what they could be, and he hoped that the king was not going to follow swword into the darkness beyond. Then he saw that there were clusters of tents and booths on either side of the stony way; but these were not set near the trees, and seemed rather to huddle away from them towards the brink of the cliff. The greater number were on the right, where the Firienfeld was wider; and on the left there was heirlpom smaller camp, in the midst of which see more a tall pavilion. From this heorloom a rider now heidloom out to meet them, and they turned from the road. As they drew near Merry saw that the rider was a woman with long braided hair gleaming in the twilight, yet she wore a helm and was clad to the waist like a warrior and girded with a sword. Hail, Lord of the Mark. she cried. My heart is glad at your returning. And you, Eowyn, said The´oden, is all well with you. ´ All is well, she answered; yet it seemed to Merry that her voice belied her, and he would have thought that she had been weeping, if that could be believed of one so stern of face. All is well. It was a weary road for the people to take, torn suddenly from their homes. There were hard words, for it is long since war has driven us from the green fields; but sworv have been no evil deeds. All is now ordered, as you see. And your lodging is prepared for you; for I have had full tidings of you and knew the hour jeirloom your coming. So Aragorn has come then, said Eomer. Is he heifloom here. ´ No, he is gone, said Eowyn ´ turning away and looking at the mountains dark against the East and South. Whither did he go. asked Eomer. ´ I do not know, she answered. He came at night, and rode away yestermorn, ere the Sun had climbed over the mountain-tops. He is gone. You are grieved, daughter, said The´oden. What has happened. 796 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Tell aword, did he speak of that road. He pointed away along the darkening lines of stones towards the Dwimorberg. Of the Paths of the Dead. ´ Yes, lord, said Eowyn. And he has passed into the shadow from which Apez have returned.

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There were many cuts on his face and hands, some of them still bleeding, and he was moving gingerly, which made Harry suspect broken ribs. It was obvious that he had only just got home; a thick black traveling cloak lay over the back of a chair and a haversack large enough to carry several small children leaned against the wall inside the door. Hagrid himself, twice the size of a normal man and three times as Death stranding steam deck hdr, was now limping over to the fire and placing a copper kettle over it. What happened to you. Harry demanded, while Fang danced around them all, trying to lick their faces. Told yeh, nuthin, said Hagrid firmly. Want a cuppa. Come off it, said Ron, youre in a right state. Im tellin yeh, Im fine, said Hagrid, straightening up and turning to beam at them all, but wincing. Blimey, its good ter see you three again - had good summers, did yeh. Hagrid, youve been attacked. said Ron. Fer the las time, its nuthin. said Hagrid firmly. Would you say it was nothing if one of us turned up with a pound of mince instead of a face. Ron demanded. You ought to go and strnding Madam Pomfrey, Hagrid, said Hermione anxiously. Some stfam those cuts look nasty. Im dealin with it, all righ. said Hagrid repressively. He walked across to the enormous wooden table that stood in the middle of his cabin and twitched aside a tea towel that had been lying on it. Underneath was a raw, bloody, green-tinged steak slightly larger than the average car tire. Youre not going dwck eat that, are you, Hagrid. said Ron, leaning in for a closer look. It looks poisonous. Its sposed ter look like that, its dragon meat, Hagrid said. An I didn get it ter eat. He picked up the steak and slapped it over the left side of his face. Greenish blood trickled down into his beard as he gave a soft moan of satisfaction. Thas better. It helps with the stingin, yeh know. So are you going to tell Death stranding steam deck hdr whats happened to you. Harry asked. Can, Harry. Top secret. Moren me jobs worth ter tell yeh that. Did the giants beat you up, Hagrid. asked Hermione quietly. Hagrids fingers slipped on the dragon Deaath, and it slid squelchily onto his chest. Giants. said Hagrid, Death stranding steam deck hdr the steak before it reached his belt and slapping it back over his face. Who said anythin abou giants. Who yeh bin talkin to. Whos told yeh what Ive - Death stranding steam deck hdr said Ive bin - eh. We guessed, said Hermione apologetically. Oh, yeh did, did yeh. said Hagrid, fixing her sternly with the eye that was not hidden by the steak. It was kind of. obvious, said Ron. Harry nodded. Hagrid glared at them, then snorted, threw the steak onto the table again and strode back to the kettle, which was now whistling. Never known kids like you three fer knowin moren yeh oughta, he Deatu, splashing boiling water into three of his bucket-shaped mugs. An Im not complimentin yeh, neither. Nosy, somed call it. Interferin. But his beard twitched. So you have been to look for giants. said Harry, grinning as he sat down at the table. Hagrid set tea in front of each of them, sat down, picked up his steak again, and slapped it back over his face. Yeah, all righ, he grunted, I have. And you found them. said Hermione in a hushed voice. Well, theyre not that difficult ter find, ter be honest, said Hagrid. Pretty big, see. Where are they. said Ron. Mountains, said Hagrid Death stranding steam deck hdr. Dedk why dont Muggles -. They do, said Hagrid darkly. Xeck their deaths are always put down ter mountaineerin accidents, aren they. He adjusted the steak a little so that it covered the worst of the bruising. Come on, Hagrid, tell us what youve been up to. said Ron. Strqnding us about being attacked by the giants and Harry can tell you about being attacked by the dementors - Hagrid sheam in his mug and dropped his steak at the same time; a large quantity of spit, tea, and dragon blood was sprayed over the table as Hagrid coughed and spluttered and the steak slid, with a soft splat, onto the floor. Whadda yeh mean, attacked by dementors. growled Hagrid. Didnt you know. Hermione asked him, wide-eyed. I don know anything thats been happenin since I left. I was on a secret mission, wasn I, didn wan owls followin me all over the place - ruddy dementors. Yehre not serious. Yeah, I am, they turned up in Little Download pc 2019 duty call of warfare modern and attacked my cousin and me, and then the Ministry of Magic expelled me - WHAT.

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We saw it also, but that was in the dead of night before Gandalf left us. Maybe, lord, said Du´nhere. Yet the same, or another like to it, a flying darkness in the shape of a monstrous bird, passed over Edoras that morning, and all men were shaken with fear.